Likely 1991.
D is for Damien 2:
The Night of the Goat
Damien groped in the dark, stumbling to find the way out. It came to the point finally when he couldn't walk. He fell down, exhausted. Feeling a pulsing heat, he drew up his left hand to look at it.
The pentagram was glowing icy green, but it burned like fire. Damien clenched his fist so he couldn't see it. He dragged himself along, struggling to the illuminated doorway. [Note--I seem to remember pretending or just imagining this scene up in my brother's old bedroom.]
It seemed to take forever! The closer he got, the farther away the doorway seemed. What's happening to me! he thought. I can't let this happen! I can't let the Goat take over! I just can't!
Stretching out his hand, he clutched at the carpeted floor. The searing pain continued in his other hand. His claws dug in and he dragged himself forward several inches. [Note--ZOMG! "Claws"? Looks like an anthro reference sneaked itself in!] He was fearful, not for himself but for the others. What would happen to his friends? What would happen if-- He shoved those dark thoughts out of his mind.
I have to warn them! he thought. They don't even know. Think, the Lamb...oh, I can't think! Don't let the Goat take over! Please...don't...
As he reached up weakly, light flooded the room and a towering figure stood over him.
Don't...don't...oh, please...don't...
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