…There it is again…
The whispering. No, the scuttling.
And the tapping. It’s definitely tapping.
It’s just outside the door. But the door’s open. It can’t be there.
Why doesn’t it just come in?
DO NOT come in.
Good job I’m under this duvet; protector of the things that go bump and other terrors of the night. There is no way I’m getting up to investigate. No way at all. And the storm can rage all it wants to outside as well.
What was that?
A creak. The creak came from the door.
But the door’s open…