The wind blew hard against my window. The rattling of the shutter grew louder. At first, I brushed off the knocking sounds as a result of the tree outside slapping the home's siding. When the ceiling creaked again, I jerked up in my bed. The knocking continued for a few minutes and then stopped.
I grabbed my robe from the chair beside my bed. Whirling it around my shoulders, I slipped my arms into the sleeves and tied the cloth belt snug around my waist. Slipping into my sandals, I hurried to the door. There, I stopped and waited to see if the knocking would continue and I could determine its source.
As I opened my bedroom door, the knocking thumped over the hallway ceiling. I rushed over to the ascending stairwell to the attic. I could see from where I was standing, the door was open.
I grabbed a broom from the nearby closet and ascended the stairs with determination to rid whoever had invaded my home. The knocking tapped again as I crept one step at a time toward the open doorway. Light from the moon shafted through and across the upper part of the stairs. I gasped as a shadow passed in front of the light. Gripping the broom handle tighter, I stepped up onto the landing.
I peeked inside and at first saw no one. Then the knocking and the shadow came toward me. I raised the broom handle in anticipation toward the unknown intruder.
"My goodness, put that thing down," a familiar voice said, raising his hand.
"Father?" I said, shaking all over as I lowered the broom. "What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep. I thought I'd find one of my old books to read," he said, tapping his cane as he walked toward me.
"You scared the living daylights out of me. Now that I'm wide awake, let's go downstairs. I'll make you some hot chocolate," I said. "Did you find your book?"
"Yes, The Pottery Sale is one of my favorites," he said, holding the paperback in his hands.
He knocked his cane on the floorboards as he walked through the door and down the stairs.©A.Nation2019