Dust to dust, are you squeamish?
My house was built 109 years ago as a doctor’s house, and included an office for him complete with separate entry. Then, it served as an adjunct to the nursing home up the street, which eventually was turned into a detox mansion. Then it was an illicit frat house, then an illicit rooming house.
Now it serves as a Zomicile.
I am confident that people have died here, and pretty certain there are some buried in the basement. Why not? Poltergeist, was, after all, fiction; besides, that kind of crap happens in the suburbs.
What do you think is under YOUR house?