Bec3 It Ain t Over Til It s OverChapter 22 Knock knock knocking
There was a quiet but insistent tapping on the window. “Freeman,” came a whispered voice from outside. “Let me in!” “Huh!” I thought. The tapping came again. “Freeman! Wake up! Let me in!” Sam stirred and his eyes popped open. I cupped my hand over his mouth before he could say anything. “Come on, Freeman. Wake up! Let me in!” whispered the voice. I rolled out of bed and shuffled to the window. The dim glow of the night light gave me enough vision to move around the room without...