What Type Of Ghost Will You Be?
The way you see it, just because you're still here doesn't mean you need to ruin anyone else's day over it. You might frighten living humans, but it's always accidental, and you'd always prefer to make friends with them. You are a little bit in denial about being dead.
You've died, but you're back, and now you're going to terrorize everybody. You will wander the earth, unceasingly, turning to dust everything that touches the hem of your cloak. Your wicked afterlife will be spent spreading the common cold. Everyone thinks they get it from coworkers or the subway, but it'll actually be from you.
You will basically become (or, likely, continue to be) an enormous pain in the ass. You will turn over tables for no reason. You will bang on the walls and flip the lights on and off and turn the water on in the kitchen in the middle of the night. "LOL," you'll say. You consider these things to be very funny pranks. You will have endless time with which to reconsider your definition of both "prank" and "funny," but you never will.
You'll be carefree and easygoing, content to just float around wherever saying nothing. "Cool, man!" you'll think to yourself as you waft over a lake. "Neat," you'll think as you're captured by a human's picture of another human standing in a dark forest at night. Most people who see you in print think you are dust, and for the most part you don't let this get to you, but sometimes you can't help it.
You've always had trouble accepting change, and in death you will be no different. Your haunting will be residual, which means that you will not know that you are dead, and you will unknowingly carry out repetitions of your last years' activities as if in echo. Your sepia portrait will hang on the wall, and visitors to your home (which will eventually become a history museum) will sometimes claim they see "a man in a long, old-fashioned coat" or "a woman in a high-collared gown." That's you.
You love long, stormy walks by the lighthouse on the jagged cliff, or by the two-lane highway with hairpin turns. You tend to hold a grudge. In life you were betrayed by a man, and in death you will solemnly vow to ruin the life of anyone who looks even a little bit like him.