“He left that night. It was my first night alone. I played Bob Dylan to keep myself company and had the feeling she liked that. I gave her the M&Ms and things; I mean, I put them in her room. The paper question was resolved. I played her Abbey Road.
“The next day, I went to the library and checked out a book called Haunted Iowa City. It had a chapter on my building. Stories didn’t coincide, but in short: many people have seen ghosts here, and many people have died unhappily here. One murder, treated by residents after the fact as a joke, and a number of suicides. One was a young girl who stayed up all night with a friend, listening to the Beatles, and then hanged herself.”
—Amie Barrodale, “Letter from a Haunted House: Part 1”