"I am the crown prince of bad vibes," Larry replies absently; if he'd noticed the sarcasm, he isn't calling attention to it right this second. He flexes his fingers when his arm is released, a subtle tingling rolling through and fading as the circulation returns.

He steps into the stall and glances around at the somewhat grimy surfaces to see if maybe there was an anchor around the area keeping the ghost there. She wasn't responding to his presence that he could tell at any rate.

"Oh yeah. Teachers, randos, the people that worked in the old saw mill, and those are just the ones we know about."