True Crime Story(18)
The tower was unlike anywhere I’d ever been before. It stuck in my mind. The thing had been up since the mid-60s, so the walls were just cobwebbed with jail cell scratches from down through the years. You’d find initials in love hearts, carved into obscure places with dates from decades before, and find yourself thinking, I wonder if J and M 1993 are still together now.
LIU WAI:
My first response to being placed in the tower was to immediately try and get out of it. I was actually working my way through the complaints process, I was trying to get moved, when I met Zoe and decided that maybe it was worth staying. I think I was scared of all the mythology around it more than anything? Like, people said it was haunted or had this weird psychosomatic effect on occupants. The fail rate was through the roof too, which people seemed weirdly proud about for some reason.
I just remember being on edge there.
Noises, people skulking through corridors, strange men moving between rooms. There was something else, though. Like I say, I’m not a believer in “the other side,” but I have always had these feelings of intuition that are hard to explain. Like, if my mind was a compass that usually shows true north, then it would have been spinning like a tornado in the tower. There was just something wrong about it. The lift never took you where you actually wanted to go, the doors would just open on to random floors, sometimes on to pitch-black darkness. You’d constantly find yourself saying, like, “Where the hell am I?” Basically, Zoe aside, I thought the only good thing about living inside the tower was that I couldn’t see it when I looked out the window.
KIMBERLY NOLAN:
The fail rate was sky-high because there were so many parties going on. There were strange noises in the night because some boys invented a drinking game called the leaning tower, where they had to do a shot on each of the eighteen floors. The lift took you to places you didn’t ask for because it dated back to Beatlemania and needed replacing. It’s true that there were floors where the lights would just cut out for days on end, but I don’t think it ever actually happened to us. We were placed on the fifteenth floor, sharing communal space with three other girls. Liu Wai, you obviously know about. Then there was Alex Wilson.
LIU WAI:
I’m not into armchair diagnosis. I think it’s cheap and limiting and judgmental and insulting, but if you’d put a gun to my head at the time, I’d have said Alex only really makes sense when you acknowledge that there’s some kind of severe mental bipolarity going on there. She was always extremely one thing or extremely another, but never what you would have necessarily called “chill.”
How to describe her…
She was kind of quite painfully thin? Sometimes she’d eat junk food all day, and sometimes she’d go, like, forty-eight hours on water alone. She was definitely pretty, but in a kind of damaged way that can attract really scummy men. By the end of the first week, she had two different boyfriends to suit whatever mood she happened to be in, which totally scandalized me. One of them, Sam, was this sweetheart who always helped her, then the other, who I only ever saw once, was this sort of dark, drunken loser who only came out at night. Like, she had a good guy and a bad guy depending on how she saw herself at the time. Real split-personality stuff.
KIMBERLY NOLAN:
Poor Alex. She was two years older than the rest of us. She’d had to get a job after college and save up because her mum didn’t want her to leave home. We thought that meant her mum must be a control freak or something, but I think Alex had problems. There’d been a bad experience with a boy, some body issues, and she just couldn’t quite see her own worth. She was lovely, though, and that’s not hindsight talking. She was the only one of us who ever tried to keep things tidy or do some decorating. She bought potted plants for the communal space, put pictures up on the walls that none of us even noticed. Liu Wai immediately gravitated toward Zoe—they both had pink clothes and hearts in their eyes—and I think Alex and me drifted closer as a result. Alex wore black and listened to Psychocandy by the Jesus and Mary Chain, which I thought was really cool, because it really, really was. I don’t know about a second boyfriend—I only ever met Sam—but Alex definitely moved in mysterious ways.
LIU WAI:
There was a guy on the third floor who’d hacked into the housing records or something and could give you all the previous occupants of your room? It was like a really shit map to the stars—you know, “Here’s the grotty seven by ten where a member of Radiohead was wetting his bed for a year. Here’s where the Chemical Brothers rehearsed before their first gig.” So I looked at ours but they were all fairly unexceptional, all except for Alex’s. A girl who’d been in Alex’s room two years before had committed suicide over the Christmas break, then only been found by her flatmates in January. I’d have been straight out of there, but she didn’t even seem to mind.
I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not, but she said she was glad to have a ghost for a roommate. That kind of made a chill run up my spine. Like I said, Alex could run hot and cold, but I remember thinking at the time that this dark side, like, this sort of alter ego she sometimes had, could easily be the result of being possessed or something. Obviously in light of what we know now, her “roommate” comment is just incredibly upsetting.
KIMBERLY NOLAN:
Then the only other person was Lois Best. Except Lois realized quite quickly that she didn’t really want to stay there.