Demon

I could hear them outside the door. The flames from the fireplace cast my shadow against the wall, it danced drunkenly about as I pressed my ear harder against the wood. I squeezed my ear against the split between the boards trying to silence the maddness of my mind. They were knocking things over, I heard the dinner table hit the ground with a loud crash, a few pots crash into each other. I wish I had a chance to bring the cat in here with us, but there was no time.
'Mommy, whats happening?'
Cecilia just had awoken from her nap, her hair matted against her head from the humidity of the summer. I gritted my teeth, turned my head ever so slightly, and responded quietly.
'The demons are here, Cecilia. You must be quiet if we are to make it through the night.'

Her eyes widened with disbelief and then shrank with a sadness I had seen all to often.
'You cannot cry, Cecilia. If they hear us we'll be dead by sun up.'

She nodded in agreement. I turned back towards the door to listen again, then I heard what sounded like tiptoeing, it ended in front of the door. Fortunately I had removed the handle so it looked more like a wall from the outside. I locked the storage room from within and held the knob. I waited for the slightest sound, there was a small yet distinct noise on the other side. I closed one eye to focus on my hearing better, it sounded the same over and over again, then I felt it. One of the demons were scratching at the door, like a dog trying to get in out of the rain. Beads of sweat began trickling down by face, I didn't want to move. Cecilia saw my expression and tried to inch away. I grabbed her dress, a silent signal to stay put.

'Mary, are you there? I know you're somewhere in the house, it's me, John.'

Tears along with tsweat began to pour onto my blouse. John was my husband, he died several years ago. The demons could mimic human voices fairly easy. It was a trick they used on many of the towns people, especially in the forest.
'MARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWAAAAAA'
What a horrible sound, it was getting angry. I bit my lip so I could focus on the pain other than the fear. If I survive this night, I'll flee from this wretched place.