What Is Going On?

It was dark. A storm fought the trees outside as their twigs tapped the windows in their protest. The boy who had been turning in his bed, however, was not bothered by the battlefield in the sky. He had his own war to deal with inside of his head.  With a bright flash and a loud bang, his ears rang. Frantically he looked around the room. Someone was here. He could feel their presence. With waves of rain flooding the stained glass, it's image on the floor was ever shifting. It pictured holy men with their golden disks, discussing something holy, presumably. The boy wouldn't say he was religious, but he certainly felt a bit safer with the Christian imagery boldly presenting itself on the floor. Like if shit were to go south, he could just get in the light and magically be alright. Like that magic barrier that keeps the monster under the bed from pulling you out from underneath the blankets...

...The monster underneath the bed...
The world seemed to pause, almost. He could hear his heart beat and then just remain silent for a good while... before loudly drumming a second time. And a third, and a fourth.. he was counting them, while he still could. And a sixth, and a seventh. Sweat trailed down the side of his face. And an eighth, and a ninth. He slowly turned to look behind him. And finally, a tenth time... After that, silence filled the room, as he peered deep into the dark crack between the wall and his bed. Deep inside he truly just wanted to confirm he was being paranoid and unreasonable. But that hope was shortly lived when two dots suddenly reflected back at him from the dark. His gasp announced the noise to return to the room, and it did not disappoint. Thunder HIT closeby and the bed went flying, the boy still on it. The cleaking and shifting of the metal frame of the bed echoed like an orchestra throughout the hallway. The boy scrambled to his feet as fast as he could, facing the shadow beast in front of him. He could hardly make out any features from the shadowy silhouette alone. He just knew it had claws, horns, and what seemed to be a thick pelt.

With his knees trembling and his hands together, he attempts to plead for mercy...  None of the words he wished would grant him hope and safety, left his lips. Whimpers did, but his pleads never made out.. The beast stepped closer, and the boy fell over his own shoelace when stepping back. With the beast continuing to make its way over to him, the boy frantically stumbled back over the floor.. until he came into the holy light. Dust particles peacefully drifted between him and the reflective eyes of the demon before him. It had ceased coming closer and was now.. observing him. Holding his breath, the boy didn't dare to look away. Doing so felt like a risk for his safety. Like the demon would betray the laws of good and evil just to get a little snack out of it. It truly wasn't that far fetched... For the shadow started to approach again and entering the light. Its monstrous features finally came to light. Its red skin en yellow eyes stood out under the tinted glass, its tusks sparkling an array of colours because of it too. It wore a fancy marble necklace and bracelets.. and a tiger pelt too. Its massive hair didn't even seem to shift as it tilted its head. "Nanda-" the scruffy voice started before cutting itself off again. _{"W-w-what..?"} the boy squeaked, not expecting words to leave the monster's lips. Their stares were unending, observing and curious. Trailing their eyes up and down at the other, they were clueless on how to move on. With his heart pounding out of his chest, the boy opened his mouth- and woke up.