Bear at the door

              "Stop!" I throw a pillow the door. "OMG, I said stop!"  I shouted.  A piercing scratching sound disrupted my dream.  It seemed like a monster was trying to break my door but chose a more excruciating way. What was worse?  The noise fitfully sounded for whole night, and I had already run out energy to fight this strange situation. My face looked dry and pale in the mirror.  Later, when I walk slowly toward the door, it sounded again. I was scared, and went back to my bed quickly. I huddled in the quilt and hold breath, fearing that monster could go inside my room.