The one with the ghost (You can't go home again 3, San Antonio)

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This was a house where things went bump in the daytime as well as the night. Footsteps could be heard of someone treading the attic floor. "George," we called him, moved in days after we did. He lived in the attic with a pull-down stairway of this one story rental; we occupied the ground floor. I was about 11 I think. "We" were my mother, two grown sisters and my eight year old nephew. Our noisy upstairs ghostly neighbor was really not threatening, but my nervous mother and sisters had the police out twice. I recall they pulled the stairway down, shined flashlights up into the darkness, but did not climb the ladder. We heard what sounded like a dropped spool roll across the floor one evening. Flour was put on the floor at some point to show evidence of footsteps; none appeared. If no one was home after school, I was reluctant to stay inside alone. George moved out one day in a sort of noisy fashion, moving around, packing. From then on there was no more noise. This was a house I had to revisit on our recent trip to San Antonio. It is still standing, occupied, smaller, of course, than I recalled. Anyone ever lived in a place like that?