It was late at night when the tapping began. At first, it was quiet, and light, not very noticeable. But quickly, it became louder, and more rhythmic..

When you finally went to your window to look, and peered through the glass, there was a pair of brown eyes staring back at you. It was Virgil.

He looked at you, a smile coming to his face. He gestured down to the lock on your window and then pointed at himself. “Can you let me in?” He asked, his voice partially muffled by the glass.