In my childhood home, I was aware of the presence of four ethereal demons: One a dog-sized gryphon, one a floating brain, and two of a more gaseous form. Each of them could appear and disappear at will. They were lurking through the house, searching for me, waiting to kill me.
Running to protect myself, I found my brother as a six year old. I picked him up and ran from the teleporting monsters. I came to a halt when I saw the blue-feathered gryphon creeping ahead of us. Only two sets of french doors, each ajar, separated us from it. The creature slinked through the first set, and neared the second. My brother began nervously speaking and the gryphon perked up and hurried towards us.
My leg kicked out to slam the door shut, and I awoke kicking the post of my bed.
