The following day, Chad watched as Dotty—appropriately nicknamed—met the would-be new tenant at the bottom of the stairs. "Would-be," since Chad had a plan to discourage new renters. This one happened to be a professor from the high tech university across the river. Good. Probably someone who doesn't believe in ghosts. I love a challenge.
Dotty eyed the disheveled looking man wearing ripped jeans and a faded green jacket on the other side of the door and before opening it, she yelled through the thick glass inset window.
"State your business."
"State your business?" Chad rolled his eyes. She sounds like a cop. Maybe she was a pig back in Minnesota. Come to think of it, I could see her in an interrogation room making suspects squirm with all of her funky questions and crazy conclusions.
