[ WP ] Write a short story or poem that begins and ends with same line

I woke up in a cold sweat, a nightmare, probably something I won ’ t remember. My body was sore and it was hard to breath, as if someone was strangling me. I touched my throat and looked at my hand with the help of the moonlight shining through my window, there was blood on it. I held my hand on it as I got out of bed and made my way to my bathroom connected to my bedroom. I flipped the switch on and looked into the mirror. I noticed scratches in my neck four on one side, and only one on the other. They were fresh as blood still came out of them. I opened the medicine cabinet to the right of the mirror to look for some peroxide or rubbing alcohol to clean my wounds. I opened it but there was none there, just some old prescriptions I no longer had use of. I began to walk to my left to grab the towel that was next to the shower when I slid on something. I looked at the floor and noticed a opened peroxide bottle and a large chunk of cotton on the ground in the puddle. I then grabbed the towel and noticed there was blood on it. I had a sudden feeling someone was in my house, and they were wounded. I turned to the mirror and caught a glimpse of the back of my shirt. It was cut up, like it went into a paper shredder. Not only that but there were markings on my back as well. I also noticed my pants too were tattered at the bottoms around my ankles. As I rolled up one leg I noticed bite marks all around my ankle. I lifted the other pant leg up to take a look and the same thing had happened to this leg. I was now confused and frightened. I tried to remember what had happened but, I can ’ t remember anything. 
 
 As I tried to get my thoughts together I heard a crash from the come from the kitchen. I walked out of my bathroom and began walking across my bedroom to get to my hall way. As I walked by my bed I noticed the sheet was stained with blood, almost all over. Once I got to the door way I noticed the outside of my door was covered in claw marks. There must be an animal in here, how did I sleep through it scratching at my door? I turned down my hallway. It was dark aside from a dull light at the end coming from the kitchen, the light switch was right by the end, next to the laundry room only a few steps away. It seemed like miles. I took one step forward and stepped on some glass without it puncturing my foot. I looked down and noticed it was a frame that had a photo inside but the photo was gone. I looked to the right wall where the photo might have fallen from and I saw dry blood on the wall. My heart was pounding on my chest, but I felt the need to continue down the hallway I reached straight for the light switch and flipped it. Nothing, the light was out here. I looked up and noticed the bulb was gone. I reached my hand into the laundry room and brushed my hand across the side where the switch was and once I found it I tried to flip it but nothing. I looked inside and noticed the bulb on the ceiling was gone there too. 
 
 I continued around the corner to the kitchen. The light was coming from the fridge. It was left slightly open so I walked to it and grabbed the handle. I pushed it closed and stepped back, I heard a pop under my bare foot and a surge of pain shot through it. I lifted it up to look at it and noticed it was a light bulb I had stepped on. I looked to the ceiling and noticed light bulbs were gone there too. I Looked around the kitchen and noticed two other bulbs on the floor along with one that was shattered on the counter. I continued to hold my foot off the ground as I hobbled over to the sink using the counter as support. As I made my way over I noticed my knife holder was toppled over onto the stove and scattered around the counter, I ignored it, grabbed a dish rag and wet it to then put under cold water. I pressed it against my bloody foot. I felt a few shards poking out so I attempted to grab the with the rag and pull them out. Two came out fine and the third seemed to be stubborn. I placed my foot on the ground and tried not to put pressure on the back of my foot, where the final shard was. I left the kitchen and entered my living room. The television was toppled over and several books from the bookshelf were on the ground opened and pages were ripped and torn. I took a seat in a chair that was nearest the kitchen and noticed my couch was ripped open as well. Almost as if the intruder repeatedly stabbed and slashed it. I heard a cabinet in my kitchen close, startled, I stood up and made my way back into the kitchen still limping on my wounded foot. I saw the cabinet open right in front of me, but I couldn ’ t see what opened it since the door was facing my way. The knives on the stove were right under it. I looked at them and looked back at the cabinet. Maybe if I ’ m quick I can grab one. I decided to not think about it and just act. I pushed the cabinet door closed and snagged a knife. I was holding the knife in one hand and the handle to the cabinet in the other. I swung open the cabinet and jabbed my knife into nothing. I peered inside the cabinet and noticed they were all connected around the kitchen. I took my head out and closed it but I heard a second one close. I turned to where the broken bulb and sink were and a small, lean, black creature creped out of the cabinet. Its arms were long and its body was short. The creatures ears were pointed it looked like a goblin from hell. It placed both of its feet firmly on the counter with the broken glass bulb. It didn ’ t seem to care, its eyes were fixed directly on me. Its ears pointed backwards and it hunched over and showed its teeth. They were yellow and sharp. It gripped the counter with its long fingers and its claws dug into it. I didn ’ t know what to do, it seemed like it wanted to pounce on me but something was stopping it from doing so. I decided I ’ d take my chance now and threw the knife at the creature. It dodged the knife with ease hissed and crawled across the counter to where I was. I completely circled it and was now where I threw the knife. I grabbed it again and faced the gruesome creature. It again took its hunched over stance and gripped the counter. It snarled to me and picked up a knife from the stove. It threw the knife just as I had and the knife cut into my shoulder. I shrieked with pain as the knife cut into my skin. The creature seemed confused then he looked to the assortment of knives and back to me. Instead of returning to its combat stance it smiled. Its thin black lips stretched across its face, showing its disgusting teeth. It almost seemed to laugh. I backed up and the creature picked up two knives with its long fingers. It let out a terrifying sound as it lunged for me. I put my arm up and the blades cut into it. I pushed the creature off and it fell to the floor with one knife still in hand. I ran back down my hallway and I could hear the creature snarling as it chased me. I turned into my room and slammed the door behind me. I spun around facing my door watching it. I then heard the creature on the other side clambering up it, I saw the knob turn and the door opened. The creature busted through and ran towards me like a ravenous beast. I tried to kick at it but it jumped to the side and began to crawl up the side of my wall with a knife in its hand. It lunged for me again with the knife extended, it cut into my side and I grabbed it by the throat. It let out a high pitch growl and seemed to scream at me. Its face was inching closer to mine so I used my other hand to push its head away. It then bit down onto my thumb and blood began to spurt out. Its crazed eyes were bulging out of its head I screamed. I woke up in a cold sweat, a nightmare, probably something I won ’ t remember. 
 
 Edit: Spaced out.
