Living Amongst The Dead

This is a story based off my imagination and previous dreams.
The middle of the night, I lay awake on my bed. I heard noises outside of my house. I decided to stand up and grab a weapon. My cousin had a few toys that I could use. Especially a baseball bat. My grandfather had a few guns. But he had the key. "Not useful..." I said, remembering that he hid the key in his room. His door was shut due to his slumber, so I decided to look outside. I stepped out onto the porch, carrying my cousin's baseball bat. "Hello?" I said, hearing unusual moans that weren't sexual. I sighed in relief of it not being sexual. I walked down my stairs and heard something else I wouldn't like at all.