Gorgug lets out a breath when he gets his answer, though he wasn't that tightly holding onto it--still, he really didn't want to bump into any ghosts right about now. ...or ever, really. He's not into that spooky shit! It's too spooky!

And ghosts can't lie about being ghosts, right?

It seems like he's doing well in that regard, when he approaches the guy--and sees it's a guy, coming to a stop, but searching around them, like he should keep his guard up. He does look back at the question, willing to answer--but when the guy goes on, Gorgug thinks about it, nose crinkling.

"It didn't use to be... but a lot got fucked up the last couple of months. Maybe it has something to do with that. I don't really think we should find out."

Because it can be worse, and Gorgug would not like for it to be worse, again. His brow is definitely drawn tight, the worry expressed in his features.

"I don't know that we got rid of that thing."