Capítulo 246: A TALKING SQUIRREL: I AM PRESCOTT

A knock, then another, and another, and another, then it wrapped on the door many times in quick succession, in quick loud successions.

"Who the fuck is that?!!" Emma shouted, as she turned around on the bed and laid on her belly while using one of the pillows to cover her head. 

The knocks on the door stopped, and she breathed out in relief, about to continue her sleep when suddenly the knocks ran down like rain splattering on a roof on her door.

"What the hell! Can't someone sleep in peace for fudge sake?!" She whined, sitting up on the bed angrily, while staring at the door as if she could shoot daggers at it and whomsoever was behind it.

"Miss Drackson, are you in there?" She heard a tiny voice ask from behind the door and huffed in annoyance.

Glancing, more like glaring at the wall clock in front of her, she took note of the time. 5:45am.