A knock, then another, and another, and another, then it wrapped on the door many times in quick succession, in quick loud successions.

“Who the fuck is that?!!” Emma shouted, as she turned around on the bed and laid on her belly while using one of the pillows to cover her head.

The knocks on the door stopped, and she breathed out in relief, about to continue her sleep when suddenly the knocks ran down like rain splattering on a roof on her door.

“What the hell! ...