There was a woman who lived across from me when I was younger. She used to be a cop and she had retired because she had cancer. My brother used to play with her young son at the park. We moved away, and eventually she died. I think my mom heard about it on Facebook or something. We came back to town for the funeral, and her house had been cleaned out by her family by then, so we were invited to stay there in the empty house on air mattresses. I got bored super quickly because it was an empty house, nobody was having any fun, and there wasn’t even any wi-fi, so I told my parents I felt something like a ghost or presence because she had died there, and because of that, they asked another friend if I could stay with them. I really just did it so that I could have wi-fi the night before the funeral to watch Netflix or something.