In one lithe motion, Celeste was beside me. She caught my hand; clung to my arm. "No, Mark, no! Don't try it! It's a trick, a trick—"
Wordless, not shifting my eyes from the entry, I twisted free of her grasp ... advanced another step.
I could see out now, in both directions. No one was there ... only the black, echoing emptiness of an unused warehouse.
I said, "Stay here, Celeste. I'm going to look around."
Instead of answering, she darted past me, out through the doorway into the open area beyond.
"Celeste—!"
She turned swiftly, well beyond my reach. "I'm not going back in there, Mark. Not if you're coming out."
"But—"
"No, Mark. This is a trick. You and I both know it. That door didn't open by itself. But if you go on in spite of it, then I go with you."