CHAPTER EIGHT
I expected Nightbolt to take me to the side of the house, where I would expect the entrance to some place called ‘the Basement’ would be, but instead we went over to the Arena. The Arena’s doors still stood open; although the rays from the sun helped illuminate its interior and showed that it was empty, I couldn’t help but remember the sight of the giant spider creature slowly descending toward me on that disgusting green webbing. Nightbolt passed the threshold without the slightest hesitation, and I followed, though not before I hesitated for a split second.
As we entered, I looked over my shoulder and saw that the spider creature’s green webbing still hung from the rafters. Nightbolt must have noticed it, too, because he reached up, grabbed the webbing, and ripped it off
