I had fallen asleep in my bed on a cold winter's night. I must have been dreaming as my feet had popped out from under the covers and suddenly I felt an intense heat burning at their tips. I tucked my toes back under the covers and then rolled over to get back to sleep. But after about twenty minutes of tossing and turning I felt the heat rise on my blanket to the point that it became unbearable. I tossed the blanket onto the floor and opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling. And there he was, the demon. He was dancing on the ceiling in a mocking cocky series of gyrations. It was as if he was asking me to come and get him. I sat up in my bed staring at his movements wondering what he might do next. But all he did was kept swirling on the ceiling with his blaring red and orange colors. The demon looked down on me, knowing he was in total control of every move I made.
I then started to slide off on the bed planning to make a mad dash to the door to escape the room. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, he still hovered over top of me with his reddish orange glow. His heat was starting to become more unbearable so I shifted my body quickly to get to the door and like magic he slid off the ceiling and down the wall to block the door. I hopped back into bed. What I noticed about the demon was his ability to change shape and take any form he wanted. But he always retained his reddish orange hue along with his very hot body which emanated a rancid acidic smell. I looked down at my skin and parts of it were starting to bubble and blister.
I sat at the edge of my bed and watched him revolve around the the walls and the ceiling of the room. He would then move in closer and then slip back into the shadows only to reemerge in my face which would cause me to twitch back. I knew that if I could only get to the light switch and turn it off he would disappear. I had been told by my grandfather that turning of the light switch was one way to get rid of a demon at the foot of your bed. But as the minutes passed I noticed that he seemed to be moving less vigorously and appeared to be shrinking in size. But I knew the devil to be deceptive. I needed to take chance so I leapt to the light switch to flip it on, but there was no power. I flopped back on the bed.
There was only one more chance for my escape and that was to exit through the door. I looked over at him. He seemed to be smiling, his body floating in an idle manner. I reached for the door handle and in a heartbeat he morphed into a super demon and flooded the room with his reddish orange presence. I lunged back towards my bed.
The hours went by and his spirit became weaker in color in presence and in smell. The demon then started to smoke and shrink and soon the candle at the end of my bed had stopped flickering and the demon I had seen in the flames was no more.