I was walking down a hall in my small wooden house, when I suddenly heard hissing noises. I quickly picked up a chair and looked around and stared at the rug for a few seconds. Then I saw an unusual bump under the rug I jumped up. Suddenly, the creature straightened itself and moved along the floor.

I felt something on me, slither up my arm but when I turned around there was nothing on me. I felt a sharp pinch on my leg. The creature lurked around my leg and bit me with its poisonous fangs. I dragged myself toward the phone as pain shot up my leg.

I started to feel sleepy. I dialed "911" and when I woke up I was in the hospital. The dead King Cobra was in a jar next to my bed.