It was busy in the small city, the buildings looming ominously over to people tittering on the brink of the sidewalk as they waited impatiently for the bus. A woman glanced over at the Retirement Home, shaking her head at the old story about a man named Dennis.

It was a busy day, much like this one. Dennis, a man thought to be insane, was looking at the wall, a smile on his face. Sean and Mac stared at him oddly, sitting in their chairs as they ate. "Dennis be an odd one, eh Mac?" Sean said, shaking his head and sipping his drink. "Aye, he's a funny one, always says he can see things there, but there ain't no window."

That night, Dennis passed away in his sleep. He was staring at that same spot on the wall, right where he said his window was.

The funeral was quiet, only a few of his friends there, including Mac and Sean. They glanced backwards, looking at the Retirement Home, for the cemetary was right behind it. Sean gasped quietly and Mac stared with wide eyes, for right where Dennis's room would be, there was a window, and Dennis was looking out it.

When they got back, there was no window. Dennis wasn't there.

Suddenly, the bus came. The lady was shoved on and she sat. The bus went its route, passing the Retirement Home. She gasped, for there was the same window with Dennis looking through it, smiling. The woman blinked, and the window and Dennis were gone.

That's good! Is there going to be anything more?

I may do a few more re-writes of some of my favorite old horror stories. I'm thinking about doing one right now.