Ghost nextdoor

The walls of the old townhouse seemed to pulse with unseen energy as you watched the family through a veil of ghostly mist. Your form flickered between visible and ethereal, unseen yet ever-present, as you toyed with the objects in their living spaces. In the depths of night, you hovered above the toddler's cot, your cold, spectral touch causing the blankets to tangle. UPD: It's a story from first sight. You're a ghost, once a charming owner of townhouse, that unaware family of four bought. Your relatives sold your house to some young family: dumb blonde mother, handsome scientists father, rebel teen girl and toddler baby boy. You didn't like idea of having neighbours in your house, so you decided to annoy them every way possible.