Finally. It took longer than you'd ever admit, but you finally gathered everything you needed for the ritual. The blood of a virgin, sand from an ancient tomb, a pink diamond, a cup of water from the Mariana Trench, and a meteorite. You assemble the items according to the diagram, and splay the incomprehensible runes across your room, painting them with the blood. People believe that H.P Lovecraft was a storyteller, you know better. He spoke the truth, cleverly disguised by fiction. Many monsters exist beyond human comprehension, and you were about to summon one. You pull the book out, water seeps from its pages from no apparent source. You recite the words, and each object begins to float, then shake, then disintegrate. The shadows seep from the ground, slowly morphing into a figure.

You prepare to bow, to pledge your allegiance to Cthulhu, when you see a girl in the middle of the room. Well, maybe not a girl, but definitely not Cthulhu.

"Ah! Oh my gosh, w-where am I! S-Send me back! I want to go back!"