The storm was thunderous but it calmed my mind, I thumbed through Dickens, while the wind did whine.
The fire expelled heat, throughout the entirety of the room, Everything was so serene; no chatter no tune.
The peace was short-lived, however, by a startling sound, It made me jump from my skin and scream aloud.
I glanced at the clock and it had reached the hour of ten, The chimes seemed to boom, like the bells of Big Ben.
I arose from my chair to turn on the light, When a tapping, at the window, gave me such a fright.
I froze on the spot, like a giant oak tree, I looked to the window to see what it could be.
I began to creep my way across the floor, When there it was again, this time, at the door.
I turned my head and my body was trembling, I tried to calm myself with some arbitrary singing.
I spied through the peephole, to see what was there, All I saw was the rain, the wind and moonlight glare.
I began to slowly edge, away from the door, When I heard it again, much louder than before.
This time it was from the window that looked out from the kitchen, From the very same place, I had just cooked and eaten.
By this time, I was stricken with panic and dread, Would I be the girl in the paper whose mother found her dead? I switched on the light and peered out through the glass, The tension was choking; I wished it would pass.
Out in the blinding darkness, my eyes were drawn To the tree, to the car and to the freshly cut lawn.
My eyes saw nothing to alarm my senses, So I rushed back to the sitting room, albeit apprehensive.
There is was again, that terrifying tapping, It got louder and louder, like it was coming from within.
I ran upstairs to hide myself away, To hide myself anywhere, just to forget about this foray.
I crept into my bed and pulled over the cover, And there I cried and sobbed for my mother.
The Tapping would not cease, all through the night, And neither would my fear, my panic, or even my fright.
After half an hour, I made a difficult choice, I had to investigate outside; I had to investigate this noise.
So I pulled off my duvet and tiptoed downstairs, Trying to be brave; "Lions, Tigers and Bears".
I undid the chain and the lock on the door, I opened it to darkness, and a cold wet floor.
I heard it again, Tap Tap, Tap Tap, Louder and chilling, Tap Tap, Tap Tap, I walked around the garden Tap, Tap Tap Tap, But I couldn't see anything Tap Tap, Tap Tap.
Then that ferocious noise ceased its volley, The air was still, it was the end of my folly.
I stood there feeling rather scared and exposed, When I felt tapping on my shoulder that curled my toes.
I turned, on the spot, to look it in the eye, When whom did I see; it was my mother; I wanted to cry.
"Why are you here, I thought you were working", "I came home early, because of the thunder and lightning".
She took me inside and made me some tea, The Tapping had stopped, I finally felt free.
I slept comfortably that night, under her watchful eyes, I seemed to forget this night, as if it were a lie.
It was about eight in the morning, when I finally awoke, The sun was up, and on my desk was a glass of coke.
I didn't recollect taking that drink with me to bed, Maybe last night did not happen; perhaps it was all in my head.
Did The Tapping last night even exist? Was it imagination? Can it be dismissed? Maybe it was just some sort of reverie I was in, Now I am sure, I am certain there was no Tapping.
I got out of bed and peered out through the glass, No wind, no rain, no muddy, wet grass.
I ran out of my room and down the wooden hill, Then, into the kitchen, to prepare my breakfast meal.
On the fridge, I saw a note, made from an unknown hand, I didn't recognise the writing, but I was sure it was a man.
It had written upon it "Open with caution", So I carefully lifted it from the fridge, full of apprehension I opened it to reveal its undisclosed contents, To my horror, it contained no joy, no sentiments.
Only four words were written, as I lifted the flap, Only four words were written, Tap Tap, Tap Tap.