I lay in bed as my eyes opened blearily, taking in the empty darkness of my room. Searching blindly for the cause of my wakefulness, I began to hear an unhurried tapping at the door. The house was eerily quiet. The static of sleep faded from my ears, leaving only the steady strikes and the silence. I wondered to myself what it could possibly be, pondering for a few moments the matter of rousing myself from under the covers to investigate. My body began to feel heavier and heavier, and my eyelids slipped ever lower, trying to pull me back to sleep. Distantly I heard the tapping coming to an abrupt halt. The door creaked on its hinges, and light footsteps approached. My eyes slipped shut as I succumbed to my dreams.