[He can't tell if the ghost is saying something more specific to her or not, so he decides to step forward a couple more paces. The dried blood is gruesome but not in an unfamiliar way.

He swears he can feel a shiver go down his spine when he gets closer as well. Was that just the wind making it's way deep into the house perhaps?]

We don't have ghosts like this where I am from, The Wheel just recollects souls. [He says glancing at the woman. ]

Should we just leave him be? Or do you have any better ideas?