A small story I wrote when I was half asleep

I opened my window to let in the cool winter air. As time passed I could feel my skin begin to shiver in glee. As the silence of the night invaded my room I noticed something. My ears perked up to something slowly walking outside my window. It was too cold for any sign of life to be out there except for the ringing of distant chimes in the wind. As I carefully listened its movements became more spaced out. I drew my face closer to the mesh behind the window to see what was making the noise. Though I was soon turned off as movement carefully crept towards my window. Out of fear I closed the window and curtains so I could block out the incoming presence. I distracted myself about the whole ordeal with my phone before succumbing to the clutches of sleep. In my dream I was back in my room laying down. Behind my head was the curtained window and all I could do was feel a presence. Something that was larger than life staring down into my very soul. I could feel myself quake which caused it to rhythmical tap against the window. Quickly my sense of fear diminished as a new emotion rose. Curiosity. I had the opportunity to look at this foul beast right in its eyes. I managed to move my body enough to where I could stare right into its eye. In doing this I woke up on the floor on my side to where I was staring into the void under my bed. Two grey beady eyes stared at me and All I could do was gasp from shock. Soon enough a smile pierced through the darkness. A crooked maw of fangs met my gaze which immediately caused me to panic even more though, I couldn’t even move or speak, I was trapped in my own mind. I could feel its gage slowly coming towards me as I laid lifeless on the floor. I used every ounce of my being to try and move or the very least call out for my family to help me. But there was no use as the face was so close to me now. From the darkness a pale set or arms latched onto my chest and slowly pulled me under the bed. I’m doing this the smile became even wider than before as it reveled in this act. All I knew was that I was pulled into the abyss with a distant face watching me. I let out a cry that caught me off guard. I could finally move and breathe but now I couldn’t see a damn thing. When I called out for anything my voice seemed to echo off into the distance. I was lost. I was trapped with this face. And the only thing I could do was stare into its eyes which alluded nothing but despair. When I felt pain hit my abdomen I knew my time was up. A sharp cold instrument seemed to penetrate through my skin which caused a guttural reaction to escape my lips. The instrument seemed to twist and turn before being ripped out violently. In my last moments of consciousness I could feel my blood fly from myself and hit something. This was confirmed when the beady eyes were covered in a quick splat of my own gore. My eyes grew heavy. My breath ceased. And eventually I was met with the darkness of my mind. And only one question bounced throughout my mind. What will become of me? I could only hope for an angel to soar down and save me from this terrible beast. Or in the very least wish that the devil would take me away. Time had passed for an undetermined amount of time when I was broken out of my fugue state. A glint of light hint me in my eyes which caused me to open them. This wasn’t heaven and it certainly wasn’t hell.