Other residents of Spring Mill Estates, an affluent Indianapolis suburb, knew Marguarite Jackson as "the demon lady." Though known to be rich, the plump, white-haired widow, 66, lived modestly, seldom venturing beyond the chain-link fence that guarded her weed-choked, three-acre property. Delivery men were instructed to stop on the street, honk, then pass their parcels to her over the fence. Lights blazed in the beige stone house day and night. When Mrs. Jackson did appear, her talk was a litany of paranoia. She cussed out other residents for complaining about her trash...
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