Im going to try and make a story out of this.

I was just living alone. No one else but me. Just Mariam. But ten I later figured out that I had an annoying selfish jackass of a ghost living with me. I was scared out of my mind but it didn't try to kill me...thank God. It didn't want to scare me. But it just did things to get me worked up.
This ghost would leave the cabniets open. They would start tapping on the wall and making noises while I was trying to sleep or just sit in silence. It was like a younger sibling, but without the affection. Basically like stepping on a Lego. Did I mention he left a Lego on the floor the other day as  well. 
I would have a sharpener and then it would knock it over so the shavings spilled everywhere. Yeah, I just named it Jackass after a while.

Incomplete and all over the place because it's late and I can't sleep