As she reached the edge of her bed, she felt a sudden, powerful grip on her waist, the coldness of the monster's touch jolting her out of her comforting delusion. With a yelp of surprise, she was yanked backward, her legs leaving the ground as she was pulled into the abyss of the closet. The world outside the closet door blurred into a smear of moonlit room, the bed she'd been so eager to reach now a distant memory. The monster's grip was firm, his six arms wrapping around her like a vice, the coldness of his pale white skin seeping through the fabric of her shirt.