Day 145 – Khufu – Short Story

Inspiration again from another of Yazgar’s drawings for Inktober and Drawlloween, you can go HERE to see the awesome picture, and then, read the story. I promise, no clown’s this time.

 

“So what, you think it’s him?”

“We’ll know more once we get the fabric carbon tested, but, I think we’ve found him,” he says with a beaming smile. “Point the flashlight over here Mortimer, there seems to be an entrance to another room, obstructed by some of the artifacts.”

“Another room, are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, I’m almost certain, and I bet you’re thinking the same thing I am, aren’t you?”

“Please Hunt, don’t talk to me as if I was one of your pupils. Everyone knows it was said he was buried with all his riches, a massive fortune in gold and jewels, and none of that is here, so..”

“So if this really is Khufu, then a secret room could be where they stored his treasure,” he says, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“You know, they won’t let us take any of it for ourselves, don’t you?”

“If it is what we think it is, let them try and stop us,” he says with a nervous laugh. “Now help me move these effigies and other worthless trinkets, we should be able to make enough room for us to squeeze through.”

It takes the two of them over an hour to carve their way through the assorted figurines, vases and effigies, but, finally, they stand in front of the opening. Hunt turns to Mortimer, and they stand there for a few moments, staring proudly at each other.

Hunt holds out his hand, “Well Mortimer, are you ready to be a famous?”

Mortimer grabs his hand and shakes it vigorously, “Rich, and famous,” he says with a smile, they both make their way down the long narrow tunnel, until it finally opens out into a large room, where they both stand, breathless.

“It was all true,” Hunt says as he turns to Mortimer. “Every single bloody word!” He yells as he rushes forward, grabbing handfuls of gold coins and tossing them into the air, the torch light suddenly veers to the left, then the right and crashes to the ground, leaving Hunt in darkness.

“Mortimer! The light man, what happened to the god damn light?” He yells, but, no reply comes, only a gurgling sound can be herd, he freezes in place, then is knocked to the ground. For several long, agonizing moments, he lies there, waiting, but, nothing moves, no sounds, not even the gurgling. “Mortimer?” he whispers, as he crawls around in the dark, finally, after what seems like hours, his hand touches what he believes is the torch, but, its covered in something, sticky and thick. His heart races faster as he fumbles with it nervously, finally managing to switch it on, the light now a golden red sends him staggering backwards. Lying on the floor, a few feet away, is the twisted, dismembered, bloody remains of Mortimer, and, standing above him is, what Hunt can only assume, the reanimated corpse of the great Pharaoh Khufu, looking down on him. His well preserved, dried, decayed lips form a snarl, his dark, empty eye sockets, look towards him, and then, it attacks.

 

END

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  1. James says:

    I wrote a similar tale about the middle of last month called “Rising of the Ancient where two archeologist thought they’d discovered the secret tomb of Jesus near a small Egyptian tomb. The result of their mistake was about the same. Archeologists never end well.

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    1. It’s their destiny, to find the big one, and then get there reward, entombed with their discovery.

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  2. Khufu is a legendary Pharaoh of Egypt.

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    1. I did some research years ago, and remembered his name when I started writing this story, he was responsible, if I remember rightly, for the great pyramid of Giza.

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      1. yeah, I was watching a program on him just few days back! What a culture!

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      2. It’s always interesting, to read, watch and study majestic stories of how the world was back then. You always think, has the world improved, or is it just he technology that’s better, the world itself has gotten worse… more, grey, instead of black and white.

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      3. exactly, I agree, quite a lot! the way it seems only the technology has improved, the things we are building will wash away with waves of time, but the things they left for us, 5000 years ago are still giving us immense joy!

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