Tap Tap

Tap, tap I heard as I sat in my room, a book in my hand on this stormy day. All I wanted to do was escape into my novel. Tap, tap I heard again, and so I stood, looking at my window. Is it a branch knocking from the wind? No, it isn’t. Tap, tap I sighed, walking to my bathroom to check the faucet. Nope, not that either. Tap, tap I heard once more after settling in. ARGH I grumbled to myself angrily, walking finally downstairs. Tap, tap I saw him, his knife tapping the counter, waiting for me.