Love finding ancient ghost stories. This one comes from ~350 BCE.

A newly-wed girl named Philinnion died and was buried in a family tomb. Six months after her death, a guest, Machates, came to stay at her parents' house. Philinnion fell in love with him, and every night she came to sleep with him in secret until one night her parents walked in:

When her parents first saw her, they were speechless and panic-stricken, but after that they embraced their daughter. Then Philinnion said to them: 'Mother and father, how unfairly you have grudged my being with the guest for three days in my father's house, since I have caused no one any pain. For this reason, on account of your meddling, you shall grieve all over again, and I shall return to the place appointed for me. For it was not without divine will that I came here.' Immediately upon speaking these words she was dead, and her body lay stretched out visibly on the bed. Her father and mother threw themselves upon her.

The event was quickly heard through the city and was reported to me. Accordingly, during the night I kept in check the crowds that gathered at the house, since, with news like this going from mouth to mouth, I wanted to make sure there would be no trouble.

By early dawn the theatre was full. After the particulars had been explained, it was decided that we should first go to the tomb, open it, and see whether the body lay on its bier or whether we would find the place empty. A half-year had not yet passed since the death of the girl. When we opened the chamber into which all deceased members of the family were placed, we saw bodies lying on biers, or bones in the case of those who had died long ago, but on the bier onto which Pilinnion had been placed we found only the iron ring that belonged to the guest and the gilded wine cup, objects that she had obtained from Machates on the first day.

Astonished and frightened, we proceeded immediately to Demostratos's house to see if the corpse was truly to be seen in the guest room. After we saw the dead girl lying there on the ground, we gathered at the place of assembly, since the events were serious and incredible.

-Phlegon of Tralles' Book of Marvels Trans. William Hansen

The starving artist trope goes waaay back:

The protection of cheap coat suffices. I

Who graze on the Muse's flowers, will not be slave

To any table. I hate wealth's inanity,

The hot-bed of hangers-on. I wait

On no one's frown, I know

A meagre diet's freedom.

Greek Anthology. Parmenion translated by Peter Jay