by Caitlin Hoffman Jean Carlo Emer Vicky was a twenty-year-old Business Major who didn’t believe in ghosts — until a 1974 Jeep Cherokee parked itself on her lawn. Vicky lived in one of those charmingly dilapidated house shares between the North Side and the University. The house came with 1.5 bathrooms and three roommates: one Physics Major, one Pre-Med, and one Artier-Than-Thou Music Theorist. Vicky swallowed pride, paid rent ($515, plus Internet), and kept the heck to herse