How is it not?
You walk through apartment buildings and breakfast is still on the table, toys are laid out in games. Everything is left in exactly the place people set it down one morning in 1986.
The wind blows and you hear the sound of children playing, the merry-go-round spins as if by itself.
I took a tour of the Ossuary under Paris--it's not creepy in the slightest. It's just a bunch of old bones that get re-stacked every few years.
And why do I care that people kill themselves in the woods? I've hiked through the Argonne and found full skeletons. Big deal.