Dead Things

I waited on the other side of the room, as far from the door as I could get. They were strong but there's no way they could get through the things I piled in front of it. They looked like people I knew, but long ago. They weren't dead, I don't think, but they smelled like the dead. Their bodies were decaying. Maybe for years now. And they were moving, and moving things are generally alive, right? They tried to talk, I think. But like they weren't smart enough to do it properly. I was scared, but not scared enough. I never saw the open window.

Happy Hallowe'en!