Spectral Stories: The Slice of Un-Life

So, you went and died. Well, it's not like it's your fault. You were sadly terminal and no amount of medicine could save you. Sure, that may be because the medicine of your time was leeches and some awful concoctions that likely killed more people than they saved, but your occurred all the same. Though maybe some of those "food for the soul" type medicines worked because...

You're stuck. As in, quite literally trapped within the mortal world. You watched your own family weep over your body, even as you tried desperately to shout and scream at them that you're alive. The resulting anarchy of those emotions flowing through you for the next few years drove them out of the house because they believed it to be haunted. Which, to be fair to them, it is. However, that left you on your own as no one would buy the home. So, you slept...

When waking, you had no idea how long had passed. People now inhabited your residence, and with great restraint you begin to learn how you interact with the world.

You cannot leave the confines of the home. Looking outside all you can see is a void along with people that you have grown attachment too. So you sometimes see the owner of the home walking to the front door.
Heightened emotions can cause similar feelings to occur in those around you.
You can be felt, but not heard, seen, smelled.
Sometimes you can leave a residue that is very much real, and people can interact with it. This is usually a strange substance with a translucent sheen to it. Works wonders at refracting moonlight.