Anita smirked as the man walked into the house. Stupid man, thinking he could exorsice her! She walked around him in ghost form as he did his mumbo jumbo. She'd seen it all before.
"Silly man," she cackled.
The man paused and looked around suspiciously.
"Eleanor?" he asked. "Is that you?"
Anita's smirk grew wider. She had a feeling he was familar. They had touched bases before.
"You never learn!"
She took the liberty of knocking down a vase off its perch. Water splashed everywhere.
"Eleanor," the man sighed. "I see you have not yet gone to the afterlife."
"Stop following me. Stop hurting my friends. Go away and leave us alone."
"Now, you know I can't let you continue to haunt people's homes."
"And why not?" Anita hissed. "It's my death, not yours. Or perhaps that's what you want? Your death!"
She closed the distance between them, and put her invisible hands around his neck. They struggled for a moment, then Anita let go and moved quietly away. The man gasped and got his breath back.
Playing the ghost put a nice wad of extra money in her pocket. Suprising what people would pay to scare someone out of their home, or place of business. And she never actually hurt anyone, nor caused any real damage, so no one in the YIRAAS bothered her (assuming they were aware, when they had much more dangerous people to apprehend). Seriously, what would they charge her with? Tresspassing?
Anita moved into the room with the stereo system and turned it on.
"Time to dance."