James Clarton

As you leave the Museum you get into your Land Rover Discovery. One of your many cars. You check out Evelyn one last time before you pull out and head home. Heading out of London you chuckle at the news story about latest discovery.

Though most would not believe it by looking at your and casual style of dress you actually came from one of the wealthiest families in Britain and the United States. Your dad an American explorer. Your mum a museum curator.

About an hour later you arrived at your lavish estate. Going inside you strip off and dump your clothes in the wash room for the maid when she returns next week. Heading upstairs you take a long hot shower, the first decent one you have had since you left for Egypt 3 months ago.

A few hours later you are sitting in your boxers in front of your cinema size TV watching some really old black and white movie about some mummy. You open a beer and laugh at the old movie. "I can't believe any one thought this was scary or worse could be true." you think to yourself. Before long the mix of a long day, a much longer flight and beer has made you pass out in front of your TV.

Some time in the early hours you wake up well sort of in your half awake half asleep daze you stumble upstairs to your bed room and fall onto your large bed before passing out again.

When you awake to the sun light your eyes go wide with fear and you let out a scream as you see the figure straddling your body smiling down sweetly at you.