I lived in an old Mill House filled with mystical and cursed items. Not to mention hallways that led from one dimensional door to another.

I think you could handle a skeleton.

Especially one of the ding-y Halloween ones.

[ He cocks her a large grin, resting his elbows on his knees. Though he is wondering if there's anything like that left in this town. No ghosts, maybe no skeletons. That's disturbing. ]