"Not to ruin your system," Elma comments from nearby, "but you might actually have to talk to one or two of them." Or do something other than just hand out oranges like candy. Elma herself is near motionless, orange offered on an open palm to a ghost who creeps closer, then flits backwards, in a fit of shyness or fear or both.

This whole thing is immensely concerning, honestly. Not because of any inherent danger, but because she doesn't understand what these alleged 'ghosts' are.