If after death you find yourself able to haunt anybody you want, who would you do it too?

My sister’s at the top of that list. If she dies before me, I’ll haunt her ghost.:D

Absolutely.
I would be a Poltergeist, and I would polter right when they stand atop the stairs, so they fall and tumble down, break their necks and die.
I would do it to all the evil people in the world, and I would leave messages behind announcing the next target of my post-mortal justice.
When they then start to become paranoid and try to avoid stairs, I would escalate my methods to construct more elaborate Rube-Goldberg deathtraps, like in the Final Destination films

Ex-wife. No question.

They are dead already. Does that count?

There’s no one I consider worthy enough for my haunting. That’s like an eternal admission they got the better of you.

( although there’s an old boss I would like to vex periodically….)

My wife. She told me that when I die that she wants me to let her know what it’s like on the other side.

When I was shot in 2012, I daydreamed / fantasized about dying and immediately haunting the thugs and family who shot me, and the colony they lived with (I knew where their house was).

One of the first things the boys did was discard their clothes (which had my blood splattered on them)—but what happens in this scenario is, the shower head produces blood.

The first effects were kind of like the movie ‘The Conjuring”—with loud blasts of shattering dishes and items on the wall as if struck violently with a baseball bat. It is noticed that large spiders and crablike monstricies begin to scamper around the house.

The power goes out—except for electrical explosions every now and then,

Their colons are possessed and begin to produce excremental birds and froglike monstrocities which make terrible sounds.

Several sets of footsteps walk around the floors as blood drips and runs from the light fixtures and ceilings.

The father would get sucked into the couch, like the original Johnny Depp scene on Nightmare on Elm Street when he gets sucked into the bed. There is a loud meat grinding and sucking, fartlike sounds He continues to scream in pain for help from “inside” the couch, and when the family tries to cut him out of it, he screams in pain as blood spurts on them.

All at once, the shreds of his body and blood are spit across the room, with as much excrement and puke as his entire body, as his ripped off face is stuck to the wall. The eyeballs drop off and roll.

No one can leave the house as the police are called for help. But the house is sucked into a sinkhole, inaccessible, as the torment continues until all die and are tormented for eternity in flames.

~Colonel Sanders. I would be a poultrygeist.

Not a person, that would be sad & tragic.
I would haunt a place though, specifically, my football team’s stadium where I could cheer on each goal just as in life.

The White House, everyone in it. I could look and listen in on everything that goes on, and expose once and for all just who is doing right, and who is screwing everybody.
Also SNL. I would mess with the writers big time. Sometimes i would show up “live” when they are broadcasting, and add my own a special moments to some skits.
Also, this at various intriguing places, maybe even a jelly or two. Definitely a sailor I’d like to find again.

My kids. I would be a loving ghost.

I would watch over the ones I love but never haunt anyone, instead move on.

I’ve been telling my husband for 25 years if I die and he thinks someone is kicking the bed when he is sleeping with another woman that is me haunting him.

Betty White

Skeptics scream the loudest!

My wife. I’d prove to her there is an afterlife. I’d keep turning off the TV when she’s trying to watch some show. I’d cut the cheese when company is there, one of those Brocolie farts too. I’d slap people on the back of the head. I’d play my playlist from youtube at all hours of the night. Hehe. I’d turn off her computer when she is playing one of her games I’d send text messages to her: “Glad you’re not here, having a wonderful time being dead. Free at last Thank God I’m free at last.”

Trouble in paradise?

Do you believe you could do all that after you die @RabidWolf?

The question is presented as a hypothetical.

Sure, why not. In life, I’ve done things people said were impossible.