The Michael Scott Paper Company
Erin:Oh.
Dwight:You know there's a ghost in this office
Erin:Really?
Dwight:A woman was murdered on this very floor in 1816. Haddie McGonagle. She was a prostitute.
Erin:Why was she in this building?
Dwight:Oh, this whole place used to be a brothel. There was a tavern on the ground floor.
Erin:That's crazy.
Dwight:Yeah isn't it? She was bludgeoned to death by the business end of a riding crop.
Erin:Oh my god!
Dwight:It was gruesome. They say she walks these hallways. If you ever feel a tapping on your shoulder?
Erin:Hmm.
Dwight:That could be Haddie. Begging for her life. And it could mean, that you're next. [Taps her shoulder]
Erin:Oh! [Dwight and Erin laugh.]
Dwight:Just kidding. You finding everything okay?
Erin:Yeah.
Dwight:Yeah?
Erin:Just got some ice.
Dwight:Erin [eerie voice] Erin...
Andy:Oh, this is awkward. [Andy and Erin 'dance' trying to get out of each other's way]
Erin:Oops!
Andy:Uh oh! Oh! Oh! [Andy improvs musical verbage]
Erin:So I'll see you guys around!
Dwight:Hey buddy.