New house and a ghost?

Bam! Margret jumped at the noise coming from upstairs. She stood up staring at the ceiling wondering what that could have been. Margret and her husband moved in a couple weeks ago and still havnt decided what to do with it, so it was basically empty. She started heading towards the stairs but stopped at the bottum. and listen to hear any movement. No one could possibly make it to the second floor window. She started walking up slowly not wanting to get anybody who could be up there attention. Yet, no one should be up there, John, her husband, shouldnt be home for a couple more hours. When she reached the top she didnt see anything out of place. The second floor is just on open room, no little walls for other rooms. She took another liik around and saw and saw that the bookshelf was face down on the floor. . She let out a breath she didnt realize she was holding and went over and stand it back up. As she pulled it up it was very heavy a breeze couldnt have knocked it over nether could a rat or mouse. if it couldn't have been those things, what had? She felt a cool breeze brush her arm, giving her goose bumps, she turned around. A few ffeets infront of her was a small boy, but he wasnt like any other boy in town , his clothes were out dated by a few century and they were torn up and dirty. Her eyes widen when she could start to see threw him to the wall on the other side. She took a deep breath "Who are you?" she asked, The boy looked up to her then vanish, never to be seen again.