Under the Magician's Spell [antikvár]

You flatten yourself against the wall. You listen hard for a noise — any noise. Will you be able to make your escape? The only sound you hear is your own raspy breathing. You slowly peer around the corner. All clear. "It's now or never," you murmur. You take a deep breath and sprint toward freedom. Bang! The door slams behind you as you fling yourself onto the lawn. "Made it!" you cheer. But you know there's no time to celebrate. You glance around. So far so good. You race around the side of the house. And come to a dead stop.