Staging a Haunted House?

Kelly and I arrived at the brand new home we'd been hired to stage--
we took a spin around each room on the main level to get an idea
of what we could do and then headed upstairs to check it out as well.

When we got to the top of the stairs,
just to the right, we saw a ladder upright in the middle of a bathroom
with an attic door open above it.
That's unusual and Kelly shouted towards the opening,
"Hey! Is anyone up there?"

No answer.

We figured there was something still being worked on,
and headed towards another room
before going downstairs and getting started.

One of the things Kelly and I do when we're staging
is to bring stuff from the car and put it in a main level room--
creating a "Go To" place where we can see what we've brought
and pick n choose items that best fit the spaces we need to fill.

It's alot of work upfront--
hauling things from the cars and all that,
but it's how we do it.

Well, we'd gotten all of our stuff inside
when we heard a noise coming from above our heads.
Again, Kelly yelled upwards,
"Hey! Is anyone up there? Hellllooooo?"

Nothing.

We were on a time limit because a photographer was coming soon
to take pictures of the house,
so we got busy and just barely started placing things in the kitchen,
when we heard a very loud crash above our heads.

I looked at Kelly and said,
"I'm outta here." and grabbed my purse, heading towards the door.
Kelly was right behind me.

We pulled away from the house--
now remember it is a brand new house in a new construction neighborhood--
not alot of people around,
and an empty open field behind the whole area.

We called the realtor and asked her if anyone was supposed to be in the house
that day,
she said 'no' and Kelly told her what was going on--
and then the realtor told us she'd been in the house the night before
and ALSO heard unusual noises--
"Call 911" she said.

So we did and then waited for the police squad car to come down the street.
We were parked just a few houses down,
and waved the officer down once he got close enough.
He told us to stay put (duh!),
and not to be alarmed when a Tahoe arrived,
as the officers would have their sidearms drawn approaching the house.

We waited and waited and waited.
The officers were in the house a really long time,
then they went door to door in the area,
and finally waved to us to come back.
They found nothing and noone.

They offered that perhaps a vent in the ceiling
was flapping because of the wind,
causing the noise,
but it sure didn't sound like that to us.
It sounded like someone jumping/falling on the ceiling.

Anyway, they cleared the house
and we got to meet the neighbors who'd just moved into
the house next door a couple of days before,
and we finished up what we came to do
just in time to get out of the way of a cleaning woman
who was there to prep for the photographer.

Later, the realtor sent me an email and when I told her what had happened
and that there was no explanation,
she responded,
"I think that house is haunted."

I hadn't thought of that.
I was thinking a squatter with 8 kids had set up camp in there
or something equally weird.

But not a ghost.