Ghost House

The door slams; a fading sound of footsteps on the stairs, someone suddenly giggles from silence, a trace of people in the kitchen and the lounge but you may not see them. A two levels with four rooms semi attached house on the top of the road. Where I live now is a sense of what it feels like undesired home. The reason I know they are not ghosts but living humans is that I get to see them from time to time when chance allows.