It's out there, in my front field, staring at me with cruel intent. My windowpane is spotted with its angry red eyes, which pierce deep into my soul. I sit quietly in my chair, eyeing the globes intently, hoping that by some chance, the demon will sense my discontent and leave my presence.

It's at my door, scratching, clawing at the wood with cruel intent. My field is left vacant, and I left watching an empty abyss, as the demon scrapes at my door. I kneel on my chamber floor, begging intently of the lord God above, to take pity on me and remove the demon from my presence.

It's at my windowpane, and its claws screech against the glass with cruel intent. My prayer is left half said, as I hoped to glimpse the demon. I stand in the middle of my room, demanding intently of the demon, to show its horrid face to me, and then quickly be-gone from my presence.

It's on my roof, pounding and hammering at the rafters with cruel intent. My window is left vacant, and I am left to watch the lantern light fall from the ceiling. I cowered in the dark corner of the room, crying intently for the nightmare to end, and for the ungodly demon to leave my presence.

It's in my chamber, snarling at me angrily and its eyes are filled with cruel intent. My body is broken, as the demon tears me limb from limb. I make one last desperate and unheard plea, and intently scream for the aid of some stranger, as I beg the demon to be-gone from presence.

It's in my mind, burning a hole through my soul with cruel intent. My chamber is vacant, as I scream from the pain of invisible wounds. I seek only reason and sanity through my delusion, hoping intently that some force would save my tortured soul, and remove the demon from my presence.