Passive/aggressive ghosts
The girl was seriously hacked off at the boy. She’d given the dog a bath at my request (Clover smelled like a foot, or more accurately an ear, as I think he has an ear infection. Paging Drs. Chhotu and McCaul!) and neglected to clean up the bathroom afterward. So, her brother, rightly so, demanded that she march up there and take care of it. She slammed a door and stomped up to the bathroom, cleaned it up and then took her shower.
The next morning, the boy got out of the shower to a misty message written on the mirror: “I hate you, Boy.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed when he told me. “Thanks, Mom. Thanks,” he said. Later, I made his sister apologize. She said she had no idea he’d see what she’d written the night before. “I was just so MAD.”