There was a ghost in her house.
When she bought the place, no one told her there was a ghost in her house. It wasn’t a loud ghost, or a destructive ghost, but it was a very visible ghost, and it like to watch her tv.
It also liked to critique her movie choices. It couldn’t talk, or make any noise that she had noticed, but it liked to roll its eyes and stand in front of the tv with its arms crossed.
I don’t remember writing this, but it does sound like me. So. I have no idea where I was going with this, if anywhere. Oh, self of the past.