The shadow.
Matt flung open the door taring it of it’s hinges and pelted up the house checking if anybody was there. There was nothing so he stopped. A light flickered on and a shadow loomed over something sharp. Suddenly, the shadow stopped and faced him. Matt took some steps back then pelted down the rotten stairs he didn’t know where he was so he ran out the door. When he got to his bedroom, he feroucisly hit his head on his pillow as if he was trying to get out of a bad dream. The door swung open and the shadow stepped towards him.