Again this morning I caught a faint whiff of pipe tobacco in the upstairs hallway. My husband doesn't smoke. I've known the man for fifteen years--one would think I'd have noticed.
Every now and then, in the quiet hours of darkness, we hear the faint tinkling of a child's toy. Our own children being fast asleep and all toys put away for the night. There have been soft footsteps on the stairs--taken for the cat, only to discover the cat already curled up, asleep on the bed.
The skittering and scratching sounds can be attributed to small critters finding their way in the lathes and plaster of these old walls. As to the rest...it can be a tad disconcerting in the darkness but for now, everyone seems friendly. And it's nice to have the company.