Ghost Stories: Babysitters know the call's coming from inside the house
After graduating from college, I moved into an old Victorian home near downtown Indianapolis. I had three roommates and enjoyed my new neighborhood. I would babysit some of the little kids on our block from time to time. A couple doors down, lived a hippy couple who had a towheaded toddler named Ruby. The husband was a sculptor and his wife, Allison, was in her early 20s like me. Allison carried most of our conversations with her bubbly, outgoing nature. One night she asked m