How could I pass up bringing Egypt into my story when “curse” is one of the words? What would you write in 5 minutes?
The torches were burning bright as we descended into the anti-chamber of the pyramid that held the remains of a sought after prince of a newly discovered dynasty of Egypt. We gathered around the sarcophagus that was elevated on a platform in the center of the room. The gold and blue paint barely worn away by the passage of time. “Jackson, stop crowding me.” I scolded. It started to feel like he was trying to cuddle. The eeriness of being surrounded by the dead undoubtedly getting to him. I leaned in to brush the dust away to reveal a section of hieroglyphs intricately painted on its side. It told of a curse, but educated men such as ourselves never gave weight to any such nonsense, so we opened the cover to reveal the mummy. Its coverings wrapped around him and looked like dried pasta, but it was the glowing red eyes that gave us pause.
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