Ghosts were new, ghosts were foreign territory for them, so as Gretel started heading for the door, Hansel didn't protest, stepping backwards with her, stopping only to grab the strange little stone thing and pocket it just in case turning when they got out the room and directing Gretel towards the stairs.
"So I'm officially not okay with this place."
Thankfully, the doors opened to the outside fairly easily, the stifling air of the hotel lifting just slightly, the dull of the town still somewhat oppressive. "Think we finally made it to hell?"