In this house it most likely isn’t a ghostie or a goblin, it’s probably DH dropping something upstairs.  If not him, it’s a silly Bull Terrier rolling around in his or her crate.

     Then again, it could be the neighbors we share a wall with, the one son does tend to jump those last few stairs–he’s done that since he was a small child and we’re used to it.

     I say it most likely isn’t a ghostie because our last one left us a while back.  DH’s grandfather stayed with us for a few years when we were first married.  He died a couple of months before we married….  I’m sure he stayed just long enough to make certain we were doing okay.  Once satisfied, he left. 

     I sort of miss the door to his old bedroom opening and closing on its own and things moving from one room to another.