A Walk Outside

A very small story I had conducted in writing class.

As I walked outside, I saw that everything had changed. The skies had grew dark and the underbrush had concealed itself with black roses and sharp thorns. The moon shone and the ravens spoke marvellous things about the many mystical beings out there in the misty forestry. The cobblestone sidewalks had been illuminated by the street torches and I could hear the startling sound of the countless murderers and villains out there, with their unearthly sharp blades coveted in blood, and those beasts with their repugnant claws that could annihilate a human being with a single glimpse of those scaly green claws and the teeth it had.
Misplaced and distorted, dripping with great pools of saliva bleeding from the mouth.
It's eyes were pitch black and screeching for attention because they abnormally glowed and the beast growled mysterious things. Mist had misplaced the beast and all which I saw. Till this day do those eyes which are now damned to the nether regions, but the presence is still near. The ominous dripping, the scraping claws, those piercing glowing eyes, and finally the growl;
Silence.