Stories haunt the writer.
The rhythm of the language takes over, too, such that the the normal way of observing and expressing an object takes the color of that speed and temperament. Being inside the world is a way to express this metaphorically. Consider writing a large space. “writing a large space” isn’t writing a large space.
The room was large is something to be avoided. You almost have to shout this out and say, stop saying that, will you! It was a large room. Maybe that would be fine. But it’s better to consider a point of observation and to watch someone enter that space from the other end, their outline so obscured by the distance that their identity is unknowable until they come close enough to you to make shouting convenient.
The haunting is a form of mediation.