Leslie fell to her knees. Blackness was about to overtake her when she felt something blast close to her ears. She shrieked in fright as guts and blood sprayed against her face. She looked down and saw that the snake was blown apart. Leslie quickly regained the strength to stand and ran from the terrifying scene. She huddled close to the king for protection. "Thank you," she cried. Leslie leaned over and placed her head between her knees.
The king patted her sympathetically on the back. "Are you all right?"
The tears trickled down her cheeks. She brushed them hastily away. "I just need some fresh air." Leslie took a few large gulps and then stood.
Warc held his smoldering hot scepter in his hands. The king glanced up at Leslie with some words of wisdom. "Please stay close to me from now on."
She nodded in agreement.
He took over the lead and walked carefully up the steps. He held his scepter above his head in case of danger.
The shadowy trees swayed in the breeze. Their long branches seemed to hiss at them.
Leslie envisioned them reaching out and strangling her. She kept her hand on the dagger for protection. She swallowed nervously as they made their way past the dead carcass. Leslie shivered when her shoes squished on the guts. She thought the snake might suddenly spring back to life, but to her relief, nothing happened. Warc motioned for her to open the door quickly. She did as she was told and stepped inside. Leslie shut it behind them and took in the shadowy room. The branches from outside scraped against the doorframe. Then she heard the sound of hundreds of snakes hiss ferociously from outside. Leslie knew what had happened. The branches had materialized into deadly pythons. She rushed to the window to witness this for herself. She cried out in shock. They were trapped in a haunted house for the night.