Duke and the Mummy
by Garret Green, age 11, Anniston
Oct 28, 2010 | 1163 views |  0 comments | 9 9 recommendations | email to a friend | print
I got in the car knowing what my mom would ask. The same thing she asks every Monday. “What did you make on your spelling test?” But today was different. “Your grandfather is missing,” she said awkwardly. I had seen my grandfather just the other day, and I didn't know what she was talking about.

My grandfather is an archaeologist whom we call “Duke.” He is an expert on Egyptian history. We searched through his briefcase trying to find clues to help us find him. I discovered a folder with a map and a piece of linen cloth that was used to wrap around mummies. I thought they might be clues, so I put them in my pocket.

About a month ago, the Anniston museum's mummy disappeared, and hieroglyphics were found on the side of a tank at the Anniston Army Depot. So I figured when my grandfather found the map and the linen cloth, it had something to do with the mummy.

The next morning, my dad said that the hieroglyphics were deciphered. They said, “Go home to the steps to heaven.” The mummy is trying to get home. That thought freaked me out, because that meant the mummy was alive.

I went to my room and got out the map from Duke's house. A lot of it was written in hieroglyphics. I could still see that it was a map referring to Egypt as the stairway to heaven. My grandfather must have known where the mummy was going, so he left in a hurry.

I decided to ride my bike to Duke's office to search for clues. I looked around the office and found nothing. I got back on my bike, but before I went far, I hit a rock, and fell to the ground unconscious.

I woke up with my head throbbing. It was nighttime, and in the moonlight I saw two sets of tracks. I followed them until I came to a dead end at a grove of thick bushes. All of a sudden, the bushes moved, and I jumped. A ghostly creature that smelled of decay emerged from the bushes. It threw its hand out at me, and I ducked and ran.

I ran through the woods, passing my bicycle on the ground. I heard faint footsteps and moaning behind me. I ran back onto the road and through the graveyard. By now I was out of breath. I tripped on a gravestone and tumbled onto the ground and I heard a loud bang. I thought I was dead until I saw Duke standing over me with a shovel. He had hit the mummy, who was still making an effort to get us, and it tumbled to the ground. Then I watched as he packed the mummy into a coffin-like case.

“Where have you been?” I asked my Grandad.

“I was just doing a little work for the museum,” he said.
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