Sixteen-year-old Hollis lives his life in high definition, wearing electric blue and sunshine yellow as a shield against a world of muted gray . But when the sun sets, his vibrant armor feels paper-thin. It starts with a localized chill and a "faint, almost imperceptible scuffling" in the hall. Then comes the tug-a deliberate, rhythmic pull on his blanket that defies every logical explanation. As the "Blanket Tugger" moves from the shadows of his room into the fabric of his sanity, Hollis must discover if he is being hunted by a restless spirit or if his own mind has finally started to unravel.