Wow, that is so interesting. That could explain why the house I lived in back in 2002 was so loud during the night with sounds of cluttery and of course, the whispers and shadows. I particularly just remember one ghost, a black african elderly woman. I always knew the house had a story of its own. My late father died in that house, and I believe the family with children who moved in after us also had a death in that house (from what I was told by a neighbour when we re-visited when I turned 18). We, as a family of 5, all felt their presence even when my father was alive. I found out recently that George Road was named after a family named Wyrley-Birch George or something like that.
Thanks for sharing