Dancing in the moonlight

When I was little, I used to kiss all my dolls goodnight and in the morning, I’d thank them for watching over me. I believed that the dolls came alive at night and guarded me. I still have those dolls in my room, and a few nights ago, I heard the sounds of a struggle from just outside my bedroom door. In the morning, there were claw marks around the door frame, but my dolls were blocking the way.