Abby! What’s wrong?” cried Mrs. Miller as she burst into the room, with Mr. Miller and Chester following right behind her. “Mom!” Abby screamed. “Mom! Help! I can’t get out!” “Honey, honey, calm down,” Mrs. Miller said, and Abby felt the warm, comforting touch of her mother’s hand on her back. “Let me see. Your T-shirt is caught on the bed frame, honey. Hold on . . . there. You can get out now.” Abby shot out from under the bed, blinking back tears of terror and relief. She wiped her eyes with her hands as she exhaled in a long, jagged sigh. Chester gave her a big lick on the face. “Kiddo! What’s going on? You really scared us,” said Mr. Miller, an expression of concern on his face. Abby looked at her parents and knew that she needed to tell them everything. “I—I don’t know what’s happening,” she began. “I was trying to look something up online, but then my computer froze, and my whole room got freezing cold and I couldn’t get out from under the bed!”
