I'm neither a thief nor an inventor, merely a borrower.
There's a monster in her bedroom. He's a bad monster, who whispers scary stories in her ears about a dead princess and a sad knight. He doesn't look like a monster, but her daddy has taught her that monsters don't have to have big teeth and claws.
Charlotte is mad that mummy won't come into her room to scare the monster away, everyone knows that monsters are scared of parents. She cries out in the night, but mummy and daddy don't come to save her. With creeping feet, she sneaks in and sees that mummy's toes are painted red.
*Screams*