. . . the attic once contained an old wooden coffin left by a physician who lived and practiced in the home. One day the owners heard an unfamiliar noise coming from the attic. They knew there was no one else in the house and chalked it up to their ghosts. The sound persisted and sounded like furniture being scraped across the floor. Curious, they climb up to the attic and shone a flashlight inside. They saw the dusty casket moving across the floor under its own power.