Devil on back of the door

A soaring smile, through the door— it feels someone's crying on the door in silent night— hugging the pillows tight, someone's sings at night, i go down on stairs it feels something is not right — I opened the door and saw nothing — there's something that looks like mice but still it gaze at me like ice, It vanished suddenly and I suddenly cried, I closed the door suddenly and feels someone's cries, I looked at window and saw a demon that's dark as nights, the demon eyed is something can't so red and looked at my eyes— and my fear does rise.