Cleo's eyes fell on the door that Derek saw after he mentioned it. It certainly looked like something that would be more of a main entry and exit to a house. It stood out from the others, so unless that door was meant to draw attention for another reason, it seemed like a safe bet.

"What are the chances someone attacks to try and keep us from leaving?" She wondered out loud, voice dropping to a soft whisper. If someone was going to attack, now would be the time, when they were close to escape.

When the reached the door, Cleo used her free hand to grab onto the knob and twist. She attempted to be as quiet as she could with the knob, before pushing it open quickly.

It was black. Pure black. And cold. Cleo instantly felt air temperature drop around her, causing her to shiver. She couldn't see anything, but if she didn't have her glasses on she would be convinced she was imagining the darkness around the edge of the door frame moving, almost like it a shadow, or smoke.

"...I don't...think we should go in here."