Riders then veered away under a stone arch and saw the hunched shadow of the lurking Witch right in front of them, creeping across a stone wall plastered with a large spider web. Hanging strings simulating cob webs brushed against guests' faces as they passed under another arch, and rounding a sharp turn, they encountered the Witch herself at her cauldron — her massive spell book nearby — holding a newly poisoned apple over her brew. Riders were jolted away into a dark corner as the Witch turned to face them, and soon after, guests came face to face with the old hag once more. This time she was partially obscured behind a large stone column, again offering her deadly fruit. Guests then escaped the dungeon by crashing through a solid masonry wall, and after a short interval of darkness, found themselves threading through the frightful woods, where many looming, gnarled trees with grotesque, menacing faces grasped forth with arm-like branches. Beyond the forest was the thatched-roof home of the Seven Dwarfs, complete with warm light emanating from its windows. As riders drew near the inviting cottage, its front door swung open only to reveal the Witch inside, poisoned apple in hand once more. Finally, riders approached a tall cliff where the old peddler was seen one last time, cackling as she attempted to pry a boulder onto guests from above. As the huge rock tilted forward, the wicked crone was struck down by a simulated bolt of lightning, meeting her demise just before guests passed through a camouflaged set of crash doors within the rock surface below her. After a final short stretch of darkness, guests were taken back out into the queue area to disembark.