I couldn’t think. My mind raced as I glanced once more at the snake, still hissing, then darted toward the door. I had to get out. I had to escape this nightmare.
As I dashed into the dimly lit hallway, my heart pounded against my chest like a war drum. Was this really happening? I turned, half-expecting to see her spring up, laughing at me. But there was nothing.
I fled the building, my pulse a frantic rhythm in my ears. I jumped into my car, hands shaking as I gripped the wheel. As I drove away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.
