Luckily for Psii, Samwise was paralyzed - half by fear, half by bafflement. He stayed on the floor, staring up with eyes narrowed in the dimness and his mouth hanging open wide enough for any ghost to fly right into, if it had a mind.

This place brought back ugly memories of the last cave he was in, the one belonging to the monster Shelob-- but there hadn't been anybody in that tunnel shouting at invisible things, or swinging a bone around-- or complaining of wanting to sleep.

"Are-- are you-- dead, then?" he asked, in the ringing silence left by the screamer, in the pause before it might come howling back again. "Is it an eternal sleep I've woke you from? Because I'd no mind to-- but, begging your pardon, it's hardly a peaceful place you've chosen to take your rest, if a wight you are!"

His voice was all trembling, his words far bolder than the tone they were spoken in. Psii would likely hear him scrabbling backward in the dust and stones, sliding across the floor and to his feet, and the rattle of bones as he snatched at one of his own, brandishing it before him like it would accomplish anything against something already dead - but not coming forward. Not moving to attack.