Okay, I need those essays by next Tuesday.

Yo, man, my dad saw The Window, man.

Yo, man, my dad saw The Window, man.

About 20 years ago.

Just like a ghost, like the ones that be in our science books.

- Just like that. - So, what, he was white?

Ain't milk white?

- Ever see a ghost that wasn't white? - Just playing.

I heard he killed somebody. That's why he stays inside.

You gotta kill an army to hide here.

- True. - Y'all play too much.

Remember Shurrita?

She used to live below The Window?

She calls me up this one night, bugging, dog. Bugging.

Saying she heard this tapping from upstairs by The Window's place.

Tap...

...tap...

...tap.

While she was on the phone, she started screaming, dog.

Because now the tapping made its way down the stairs somehow.