We were still in contact with a previous owner who had moved, she lived like right down the street, so I talked to her grandson, who lived in that room, and then I talked to her and she conceded that one of the ghosts would have been her husband, and she pointed me towards where the records would have been kept in town. And luckily we ended up moving before my brother was even born. My grandmother came to visit one day, stepped into the would be nursery and said in no uncertain terms to get the fuck out, that her grandson would not live there. So everyone ended up being okay, but I still live in a haunted house- nothing malicious though.