It looked very much like the first floor—shelves crammed with an odd assortment of items that reached the ceiling—however, not long after, I understood why the atmosphere was so foreboding: this floor contained King’s arsenal of objects with special powers. I knew because the bad energy practically jumped off the stuff and pounded me in the face. There were more books and statues, bottles of strange liquids, including some that looked like blood, and horrific-looking weapons—battleaxes, maces, and spears. Yeah, this time I think I did see Excalibur (the sword, not the car). Then there were the two heads in giant jars. Men’s heads. One with red hair and the other blond, both with wide-open eyes and mouths frozen in screams. Red lights, lights only I could see, oozed from the tops of the jars into a puddle on the floor. Why the hell does King have heads? I glanced down and saw red all over my chest. I jumped.
