Written last year for the #100WordScream activity hosted by ParanormalCommunity

They

All I can hear is my heart. Muffled, but rapid, like a hammer, threatening to split my chest open. The smell of blood and decaying flesh hangs heavy in the air.

Inching forward on all fours, my hands touch something wet and warm. A tiny movement in the dark and I stare into a pair of cold dead eyes.
"Matt!" I gasp and my hands, still bloody, fly to my mouth, stifling my sob. I realise too late: I made a mistake.

My heart thumps even harder, louder. There's the sound of slowly dragging footsteps at the door.

They're here.