(A/N Welp, this is my first entry. Why not start it with a story?)

You better get a blanket and some hot chocolate because it's time for a story.

So one night I'm in my bed, trying to get some sleep for the long day at school in six hours, and I am suddenly awakened by a sound.

Now you would think the sound would be a creak in the walls, or maybe the steps of a wandering mom trying to find the laptop charger. But no, the sound was a series of tapping...

Tapping that came from my window. Repeatedly.

Now here I am, two week ago me, automatically assuming it's some satanic murderer taunting me before bursting through my window with a chainsaw katana. And my nearest weapon is some dagger in my dark abyss of a closet.

So you know what I do?

I open my eyes, and decide to peak through the window. Using my half asleep ninja skills of course.

After a thorough moment of laying my eyes upon the window, I realize that there is no one there to begin with.

BUT THE TAPPING STILL CONTINUES!!!

It is now obvious that I am dealing with some ghost that has no sense of courtesy! No empathy for another's peaceful slumber whatsoever!

This ghost must be terminated! But how? I don't have any holy water nearby, and even then it wouldn't go through a window!

The only way the ghost would even leave temporarily is to blind it with my searing bedroom light!

I grin as I stalk toward the switch, ready to drive away the spirit at least for a few minutes! And within seconds, the room fills with bright light.

Accept my satisfaction is stopped to a halt.

The light has given me two things. The first is giving myself a much clearer view of the enemy before me, and second was the fact that there was no enemy to start with.

There was no murderer, no ghost.

But a bee.

Yes, I was getting prepared to slay a bee.

So I tapped the window on the same spot the bee was tapping, making it go off into the great beyond.

I have decided to name it Frank.