A ghost girl inside of me!

I'm lost. A bit lost. But shouldn't be.
Because I've been here before.
I'm confused. A bit confused. But shouldn't be.
Because I'm mentally well.
Because it's too early for sake or ale.

Ahh, it's a nice day, isn't it?

I said to myself? "Question"
My mind is thinking before my mouth. 
That's not me. I'm not one to talk to myself.

A chilling breeze freezes me still. I smell people. The light huts my eyes. Where am I?
What is this place? I shouldn't be here.
Trespassing? The police, I fear. 

A stranger appeared out from a closed door. Confused.
Gazed at me. Smiled. Bowed. 
Please come in. The man gestured.

I followed my feet. With no hesitation. 
But why? Something from within?

I saw a couch. An old dusty couch. There laid 3 dusty boxes and one folded newspaper. 
Compelled to inspect it further.
Why, it's a classic. It's trash. Why keep it? Why even bother?

Strangely I feel completely exhausted. Why, it's only mid-day? 
My body says, lay.
I move the one paper out of the way.
Coincidence? The date says, October 31st, 1971. My birthday.

My eyes close. I fall to sleep. However, trespassing and police, I fear. For a man laying on a dusty old couch, in a stranger's house. 
I yawn, close my eyes, and then my mouth.