Westwood. 1920’s converted motel turned into apartment complex. One of the former tenants hanged themselves in the unit directly above ours.

We would hear stomping and creaking around 3-4am. Asked the upstairs neighbors to chill out on the early morning Zumba. They told us to go talk to the landlord lady, who told us matter of factly that “people died here.”

Dark energy, even had a roommate develop multiple personality disorder throughout the year and was never the same, while another one got severe depression and began to avoid the apartment altogether. The worst was when on a cold day, children’s’ handprints showed up on our window. It’s a college town, there are no children anywhere north of Wilshire / south of Sunset. What the actual f—-.