"No! What? No, who would I even tell?" he asks incredulously, his eyes not moving from the mist in the door that slowly seems to be seeping into the mausoleum. "You told someone, the caretaker, but he left everything for us, he made it easy."

He realizes that probably means nothing in the long run, not when it comes down to the existence of a curse that had been a culmination of the town's most infamous rivalry. He grunts when his back hits the back wall, and he lets out a frantic laugh. "I mean, it's just mist, right? Shouldn't we able to just pass through it?"