"Yeah..." After the handle, the spook is careful not to touch anything else on his way through the door. It could be said his sense of self-preservation is defective, since he's here despite his really obvious unease, but curiosity has won out against the mystery of his self-named 'spidey-sense'. Being undead doesn't come with a manual, sadly, and he has no mentor to advise him. This might be a little easier to deal with if he'd kicked it in a Tim Burton film.

"Hi. I, uh, saw you had a thingy out here and came to check it out." All the way out here, yes. To the middle of nowhere. "....Are you closed?"