Night Terror

I wake, my eyes rapidly wandering; Avidly searching for the source of the tapping. Held captive by the sight demon with it's repulsive hellish guise. Lingering; Hidden amongst shadows it stares while I let loose my cries. Raising my shield of comfort, blocking my eyes hoping it'd flee. Yet still it lingers; feeding my fears; arousing my terror in me. My creativity betrays me; misconstruing reality for fiction. Bringing forth a multitude of tormentors of my terrified imagination. Monstrous shadows and sharp fanged demons are my walls new décor. They beckon; imploring to be an audience to my shrieks once more. Shivers travel down my spine, I whisper, “Who goes there?” The shadows take form; a beast with crimson eyes and the size of a bear. Turning, raising it's claws; claws tinted with the souls of victims past, It grins, bearing his jagged teeth, advancing; helplessly I yell, “AVAST!” “Demon of the night avast! Depart! Withdraw yourself from my quarters!” Yet still it creeps, pacing closer to the foot of my bunk; disheartened I cower. Retreating under the warm embrace of my shield, terror torments my mind. A silhouette rises, looming over my carcass; a vulture awaiting to dine. Tightly shutting my eyes, begging the reaper my soul quickly take. It's claws begin tear through the hull of my shield; I wake...