Our daughter is taking the "first" floor, AKA, the basement. She has been staying there for the last three nights. "George" has made himself known. She is, (while not blood), indeed my daughter. She inherited my sense of sniffing out B.S. That is to say, she isn't going to credit a house settling noise to a paranormal event. ""George" has changed radio channels on her and walks around on the upper floor in the evening, until she asks him to stop. He is a presence there, mostly playful, on occasion annoying, but always harmless.