Mythical Beast Poem

The Door

The door creaked to my room
I stood up and walked to my door
It jumped on top of me
His nails were sharp like needles
Hair covered him from head to toe
He weighed so much the floor creaked
Sticky, slimy liquid dripped from his mouth
I screamed
Still he was holding on
Tossing me threw the air
Choking me with his strong hands
He growled with his deep voice and let go
Boom! He was gone and I was dead