#WritcoPoemPrompt82 (with an edit)

At night when I lay in my bed
and drift towards my sleep
the eve becomes a crimson red
the nightmares start to creep.

Within the freezing nightly chill
your ears can hear them moan
scrape and scratch along the walls
to feel you’re not alone.

Emerging from the closets
from underneath your bed
you see them almost everyday
when they’re inside your head.

You try to breathe
this setting eve
as night begins to come
with many sighs
you shut your eyes
to think the day is done.

But then you hear them coming in
you hear them breaking through
they scratch the doors
crawl on the floors
all they can see is you.

You try to move so sudden
but then...