I had a housemate once who genuinely did not understand why on earth anyone would waste their time cleaning a bathroom, but as far as I know her squalidness never once attracted a cute ghost girl to lick the bathtub.
I probably would have been a lot more willing to tolerate her if it had.
She was a unique one. Raised in a cult that owned several gas stations, living alone for the first time, and bonkers in some pretty idiosyncratic ways. She essentially had a bathroom all to herself, so how she coped was a mystery to me. Maybe she just had a particularly high tolerance for inhaling a fetid miasma.
No idea what became of her, but I'll always be thankful to her for teaching me what drain flies are.
Wait, why would she need to shower? Isn’t she dead? Do ghosts need showers? How does she even get dirty? Did she carry dirt from outside and smear the bathtub with it?