Even More Stories

"What happened after that, Shia?" Carlotta asked, getting sucked up into the story. 

"Right. He went to the attic with those drinks and his books in hand. As the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into hours he finished drinking almost everything he brought with him. But the night was still free from over. 

"He began to hear tapping on the side of the house. Going to investigate, he found nothing. Oh, I forgot, the attic only had a table and a chair, wooden and there is one window at the side of the room. But that was it, besides the dust and maybe small insects. 

"Dismissing it as the wind, he went back to his studying when more knocks came again. This time, he walked to the door of the attic and opened it to see that no one was knocking on the door. 

"Getting annoyed by now, he walked back to his table, trying to concentrate again. After an hour, he heard a knock again and looked up to see a long, bony finger tapping on the window.