Claws Driven Into the Ceiling

This threat is most definitely not human, at least not anymore. My eyelid flickers in uncontrollably. The thin veil separating fear from freedom is either on me or a hulking mass hidden behind the wall of darkness past my open bedroom door. Distorted talents reaching for my throat. A drop of saliva hangs millimeters from my face. If I dared raise my head only slightly, it would meet my sweating brow. Long curve teeth begin to separate portion. It's very scary. Also, that new hell eraser is supposed to be good. It's got a lady. You sound like if Clive Barker had a brain injury. So do you line down butt naked with a blanket