Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Inhabit

An old farm house was my new place.
Just my bud boxer, Boots, and me.
It gave us lots of breathing space,
Though in a way, feeling eerie.
But, I had gotten a good deal.
The moving jitters would soon fade.
Afterwhile, I began to feel
A bit tired. So on the bed I laid.
I dreamed that the house was possessed
By a demonic entity.
It grabbed hold of Boots by the chest,
And then I awoke suddenly.

Boots was atop me on my bed,
Growling low and eyes glowed red.