There is definitely something not right here. As your hero Bill Murray says, you ain’t afraid of no ghosts, but that doesn’t mean you have to like them. You just would prefer your indigenous species of the living variety. No offense to the undead, you’re sure they’re lovely, but you feel more comfortable around things that have a beating heart or three.
After explaining this to a few apparitions who don’t seem to understand you anyway, you figure that you should just cut your losses and stop embarrassing yourself. You go back to your ship, and make a note to perhaps donate some space bucks to the ALCBOO if you still feel guilty later.