( They're pervasive. Hard for the people used to being authority figures to sound less so, even wildly displaced. )

Were its pipes intact? Producing clear water?

( The ghost in the tub shifts, the murmur of its complaints continuing on as it bleeds slowly from the head. The blood doesn't make impact on the water; the water, annoyingly, remains silty. )

Bathing, cleaning up, washing hands, drinking, the kitchen's practically useless with how it's haunted, we need to make do otherwise.