Finally
night! The crescent moon shines dimly in the Egyptian
sky, leaving the north face of the smaller pyramid in
deep darkness. Slowly, carefully, you make your way up
the steep slope, furtively hiding your light from the
desert expanse and unfriendly eyes tracing your movement
up the dark face. Soon you reach your goal -- a hidden
passageway, high and centered -- cleverly hidden for
thousands of years until you blundered upon it a few days
ago. Your watching, scheming, and patient waiting has
paid off. You begin to pry and dig -- carefully clearing
the entrance. Then, you are in! Crawling, snaking along
the narrow stone passage, twisting around a pile of
rubble here and there, until deep into the stone heart of
the massive mount you reach the point of no return -- the
long sought entrance to the tomb.
On the tomb door, engraved deep in its surface, lies
the seal of the jackal over nine captives -- the sign of
great nobility and power. You pause; hesitate. Should you
break the seal pressed by the ancient priests and open
the tomb?
Thoughts of wealth and the dreams of avarice steady
your courage, and the sealed door yields to your blows.
Whoosh!
An overwhelming sense engulfs you -- the outward rush
of ancient musty air and . . . something else . . .
something evil and menacing . . . the electric, shocking
realization of an equally ancient and alien presence . .
.waiting, watching, hovering, and protecting for these
thousands of years.
You are in big trouble!