I would stay in a Gothic castle
I have a rather whimsical wish: when my time comes to leave this human body, I would like to inhabit a Gothic castle. I might travel with the wind for a while in search of a desired abode, or perhaps I would settle into the very first grotesque habitation along the way. I think of this as something to look forward to when life reaches a finish line. The end of one thing can lead to the beginning of another; at least, that's my humble opinion.
My haunting of Gothic castle is not to scare people. I love the architecture and want to admire it closely. I want to stand (or sit) with the gargoyles and chimeras, and listen to their stories about the weather, the castle's unforgiving secrets, and the ghosts that have haunted this place. I want to squeeze through the cracks between the bricks and make a wuthering sound. I want to give the castle keepers, or visitors, the impression that it is a mystical creation, that even though invisible, life might emanate from those flying buttresses, pointed arches, spires, ribbed vaults and stained-glass windows... But I won't do that by scaring anyone. Gothic architecture is truly admirable, and I want people to return again and again, excluding those who engage in indecent behavior such as littering, deliberately damaging the infrastructure, or using their power and authority to bully others within my castle - for those kinds of people, I'd go straight for a scare. I will make bricks fly, lightning strike, and if that's not enough to teach them, I'll transform into a pale long-haired ghost gaping a blood-red mouth lunging towards them.
Having said that, I wonder if a soul of a nobody is capable of such God-like doings. Maybe all I could do was to observe, like the gargoyles and chimeras, like tiny individuals who were not in a position of power.