“Revvel’s Tomb” (Page 2)

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heard strange things again, like whipping noises.” That’s why we called your Archaeological Society: you experts on pyramids. Maybe you can help us with tomb.”

David glanced up at the tourguide reassuringly. “We’ll check it out,” he said, nodding.

“Call me on your phone when ready to leave! You have it?”

Anna patted her backpack strap, her bag their only link to the present world within the ancient tomb’s confines; in her pack, she carried her phone and a back-up battery, gloves, chips, boxed drinks, and small books on archaeology and pyramids—hopefully everything necessary for this small expedition. David had a bag on his shoulder, as well, carrying their laptop.

“Better hurry!” the tourguide said. “Boss wants open today if safe. Lost money closed one day, and business is already no good.” Holding onto the side of the trapdoor, he glanced aside at his wrist. “Still early. Electric starts each day at 8:00. If still here, call me. I turn on lights. Normal open at 9:00, but I think not safe. Boss stupid.” He peered down past Anna and towards the staircase’s dark bottom, his head starting to shake. “Not safe.”

Suddenly, the tourguide screamed “good luck, no die,” and slammed the trapdoor, a low boom reverberating through the stone. Anna shot her hand into her pocket and whisked out a mini-flashlight, switching it on at the last minute.

Gazing up with a look of disbelief, David shook his head. “He was right about that ‘boss stupid’ part: You’d think they’d actually want to give us enough time here!”

While David focused on pyramid construction theories, Anna studied the pyramids’ relics. Anna normally felt perfectly at home confined in ancient tombs and pyramids; today, however, her nerves clumped up and her heart curled into a ball, Anna anticipating what they would—or would not—find. She shined the flashlight’s tiny beam down the stair tunnel, the only light for their path into the tomb’s depths. She turned around just as David stepped down beside her.

“This ought to be right up your alley, Anna,” he said, gently patting her shoulder; for, the immortal mummy’s curse idea had always captivated her, the belief that a disturbed mummy would hex anyone trespassing in its tomb.

“They probably heard about all your research,” David went on.  ©Brenna Pierson

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