Jovik leads the way, moving with alertness, after the worrying motion on the floor. He has hardly moved outside the room when he stops, looks up, and signals the party to hang back.
Above him, pulled up into the roof, sit four massive spiked levers, coiled back as if ready to strike down. Jovik turns his gaze to the floor. The floor-boards look fine, but then he notices one that is raised just a shade, just enough. It would have been a horrible trap to walk into. The spiked blades on the lever trap are a good eighteen inches long. Someone in this house can rig traps, that is for sure.
Moving back into the room he explains the situation to his friends, and then lifts a chair and throws it onto the raised floorboard. The trap trips, and the four arms slam down with ferocious power, impaling the chair and carrying it upwards, embedding it into the top of the door frame. The group have to move under the chair obstacle, but at least the trip is no longer a danger.
Alert now to the danger, Jovik's eyes watch each step like a hawk.
Ahead you hear a cackling, and then in very coarse common tongue:
"Four little rabbits come to play. Rutting like rabbits in the hay. Come to Mamma, hear me say .. naked little rabbits squeezed like clay"
Clearly delighted by her song, the woman laughs. She is near. Probably in the room at the end of the corridor.
Elsewhere in the house, footsteps can be heard running towards you (from the other direction that you chose not to take).