After becoming a vengeful spirit, what should I do if I encounter my beloved?

After turning into a vengeful spirit, my life has become much more comfortable.

No more performance evaluations, mortgages, or foolish bosses to deal with—I can scare whoever I want.

Aside from the inability to taste anything since my mouth is just for show, there don't seem to be any downsides.

A little boy nearby, holding a cotton candy, attempted to sneak under his aunt's skirt. Seizing the opportunity while he giggled foolishly, I suddenly manifested my form, startling him into loud wails. He not only abandoned the candy but also threw it on the ground before sprinting away.

Little rascal.

I pursed my lips, contemplating picking up the cotton candy.

"It's all fallen on the ground. Let's get a new one," I suggested.

I rotated my head a full 360 degrees to gaze at the man who had spoken.

The man, wearing rimless glasses, looked quite refined and remained calmly gazing at me.

I pointed at myself with my finger and said, "Bro, I'm a ghost. You're a living person."

A normal living person encountering a female ghost who can turn her head 360 degrees and scare a child to tears should have screamed in fright immediately, shouldn't they?

However, the man remained remarkably composed. "I know," he calmly responded.

"Oh, have we met before?" I suddenly realized. "After becoming a ghost, I can't remember my friends or relatives from when I was alive. Please don't take offense."

"Yes, we've met," the man pushed up his glasses. "How about staying at my place tonight?

... ...Bro, not only are you not surprised, but you also seem very unfazed.

I went to the stranger's house.

It wasn't because he bought me cotton candy, and it certainly wasn't because he was good-looking.

I just wanted to see what this guy was up to with his little tricks.

I didn't really care, after all, I was a vengeful spirit.

I entered his house confidently, but as soon as I did, I noticed a framed black-and-white portrait of my head hanging in the living room, suspended in mid-air.

Me: "So, this really is my place?"