Alice

“Dresses, jackets, trousers, and other articles of clothing were ripped to shreds as people tried to get through to the exits and escape the flames and smoke. When the crowd reached the doors, they found many of them locked. The locking mechanisms had been so confusing to the staff that they had not tried to open them before they fled. Other doors couldn’t be opened. They had been designed to swing inward rather than outward, and the crush of people prevented those in the front from pulling the doors open.”
― Troy Taylor, One Afternoon at the Iroquois

“A loud metallic bang from behind broke his deep focus. He spun around to look behind, nearly losing his grip on the orca. His boat was bobbing in the water as if it was hit by something underneath. Stafford was puzzled, curious as to what bumped into it. A large splash several meters off the bow drew his attention. He only caught a glimpse with the corner of his eye, but it appeared to be some sort of fin. Whatever it was, it had gone under the surface. He quickly slipped his goggles back over his eyes and ducked under the water.”
― Michael R. Cole, Thresher

“If anyone here is alive,” he called out again, “groan or make some sound and we’ll take you out.” He looked around the auditorium, taking in the burned seats, the blackened walls, the twisted piles of debris on the stage, and the smoldering bodies of the dead. But the devastated Iroquois Theater was silent.”
― Troy Taylor, One Afternoon at the Iroquois

“I have long believed that the ghosts of the past still linger here. They are stark reminders of the trauma and terror experienced by the unlucky patrons who had tickets to an afternoon matinee that day – and a chilling remembrance of a tragedy that should never be forgotten.”
― Troy Taylor, One Afternoon at the Iroquois