"Oh, no."

If possible, the ghost looks even more horrified.

"No one deserts their post. But I'm sure none of you like ghosts, either."

He might be wishing for something in the forest to make loud woooooo noises right about now.

Sadly, that does not occur.

"So you ought to run along now. Shoo. Off with you."

The air flickers with eldritch blue light again.

Apparently he really means it this time.