”It's not ghosts I'm afraid of.”

    The partner grasped her shoulders, her figure looming above him. ”Trust me. I wouldn't have brought you here if we weren't sure about its safety,” he pleaded to her ordinary expression.

    Luna took a quick look at the enigmatic vicinity before giving her response.

    ”Maybe it was never safe, they were waiting for the right opportunity to strike.” The man swung his arms around dramatically while walking to one of the levers. He then released a loud sigh in hopes that the air vibrations would break Luna's resistance. ”Correct me if I'm wrong.”

    ”Give me a break. Who's waiting? Just open the door. You know? People on their death beds only regret the things they never did.”
    ”If we live long enough to be on our death beds,” Luna continued arguing while pulling the darn lever.

    ”Sweetheart, you'll be back to your beloved gewgaws before you realize.” A laughter accompanied his action of pulling the other darn lever. He refused to leave his dismissive demeanor behind with the garlic.