"Beats cleaning out port-a-potties." He looked around and shook his head, "Don't see anything, skip. Hey there kiddo?" He looked in the general direction of the staircase. "Let's play a game. We'll clean up after you so you don't get in trouble, but right now, it's perfectly okay to write on the walls. So take your chalk and write something, anything, on the wall. I promise we won't tell." He raised a brow and looked over at Dean with a shrug of one shoulder.
Maybe the chalkboard was incorporeal, just like the kid. Soon, an entirely different sound came from about halfway up the stairs, against the wall. It sounded like the ghost took his advice. He bounded up the stairs and took out a pocket flashlight and held it in his mouth to see what was written.
"Ih fayf 'fif'aw'," Teague eloquently explained, pointing to the wall. It read 'sister', in a childish scrawl.