my worst nightmare

He sits in the attic all day, trimming his fur A creature without a name or a country Climbs into my closet an hour before bedtime I sense him, but cannot see him For he can be invisible when he wants to be I sense he has fangs, and claws He wants to hurt me Of this I am sure I am terrified, for his presence is suspected At first I think he is under the bed My mother looks and assures me he is not I know something is there though Something evil that will grab my foot I cannot fall asleep, for I am terrified My heart beats triple time I hear a snarl and I scream Something under my bed laughs The closet door opens. It is my worst nightmare Coming to life