We had spent years preparing for this day. Finally, my dream was becoming a reality. The crowd cheered as myself and my team entered the last unexplored pyramid in Egypt.
As we lowered ourselves into the dark corridor, one of my associates turned on his flashlight. Immediately we saw a yellowed, dusty piece of paper on the ground. Were we not the first ones here?
I walked over and blew the dust off. It seemed to be a journal entry. I read it aloud.
“I noticed that my hair grew faster from spending time in my pyramid.”
We had ourselves a good laugh and ventured on down the hallway, wondering what prankster had left that note. However, we soon noticed each other’s hair was slightly longer than it had been minutes earlier when we entered the pyramid. Surely, the curse of the pyramid was a myth?
We ventured forward, a bit shaken from what had happened. We entered a large, pitch black room when suddenly all of our flashlights stopped working! Feeling along the wall of the dark room, I found a ledge with some old candles. I lit one and noticed another note below.
“I m not some candle expert, but just a mom that loves to spend time with her kids and enjoys great smelling”
The bottom of the note had been ripped off. Who was writing these? I moved my hair, which was now covering my eyes, and continued on through the large room.
We came to two large doors. No matter what we did, they wouldn’t budge. Eventually out of desperation, we began to inspect the large room. I came across another note, this time written on the wall in dried blood. I could just barely make out the first few words.
“digest the golden”
I had only a few seconds to ponder what that meant before a golden scarab crawled across the wall in front of me. No… it couldn’t mean that! With no other options, I plucked it from the stone and shoved it in my mouth. As I swallowed it, the large stone doors slowly slid open across the room.
The next room we entered seemed to be a torture chamber. There were chains and dried blood hanging from the wall. Someone noticed another note on the ground.
“I didn t like having my bike stolen, and I definitely did not enjoy being lashed with a heavy chain. For months (maybe”
We continued, trying not to trip over our hair which was now touching the ground. The next room we came across had tiny holes in the dirt. Up against the wall on the other side was the skeleton of a horse. I noticed another note, right in the horses ribcage. I grabbed it and reeled back in horror.
“Worms – oh my god WORMS”