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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 25, 2012 18:20:55 GMT -5
Eh. Let's try the clock.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2012 19:08:10 GMT -5
And I really hate that you did that. "I'll try the clock," you decide. "It'll connect us with the operator who tells you the time. We can get her to call 911 for us." You push the button with the clock on it. Instead of hearing a helpful voice on the other end of the line, you hear this recording: "Good afternoon. At the tone your time will be. . . UP!"Uh oh," Liz says. The limo surges forward and starts to swerve wildly over the road. At the wheel, Axel cackles like a madman. Oh, no! You're doing 100 miles per hour -- straight for the edge of a cliff! As the limo flies over the edge, you hear: BEEP!THE END Damn, this book has it out for us. We gonna give this one another try, or want to move on to another one?
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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 25, 2012 19:10:04 GMT -5
One more go. Then I'll start voting to move on.
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Post by Loki-A-Go-Go! on Jul 25, 2012 19:17:20 GMT -5
I'd like to try Diary of a Mad Mummy
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Post by RoguePrincess on Jul 25, 2012 20:09:31 GMT -5
I'd like to try Diary of a Mad Mummy
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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 25, 2012 20:15:46 GMT -5
OK. I change my vote to Diary of a Mad Mummy. I hope you're all happy.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2012 20:33:30 GMT -5
Heh. And of course the one picked would be the one that takes six freaking pages before you get a choice on it.
"Welcome to San Francisco," the tour guide says. Her voice echoes in the marble lobby of the office building. "This is the famous Pyramid Building -- the city's most famous skyscraper."
"When do we get to see the mummy?" your five-year-old sister whines at your side.
You cringe and squeeze Suzie's hand. You wish you didn't have to drag her around. But taking care of her is always your job on family vacations.
Oh, well, you think. Who cares? This is going to be the best vacation ever. You and your family are staying in a hotel in downtown San Francisco. You have a view of the whole city from your window -- including the tall, spindly Pyramid Building just a few blocks away. And this month, there's a display of ancient Egyptian artifacts in the lobby. Including a real mummy! You can't wait to check it out!
"I want the mummy!" Susie whines again.
"I want my mummy! I want my mummy!" your older brother Derek chants, imitating Susie's babyish voice.
You laugh at Derek's joke. Then you whisper to Susie, "We'll see it as soon as that tour group gets out of the way.
You peer through the crowd at the mummy in his glass case.
Hey! Did the mummy just move?
Your heart starts pounding. It can't be! But you know you just saw the mummy's arm move!
Didn't anyone else see it?
You stare hard at the brightly lit display cases in the middle of the lobby. A tour group crowds around the glass, blocking your view. So you stand on your tiptoes. Under a pinkish halogen light, you can see an ancient bandaged mummy lying in a beautiful, gold-painted wooden box.
It's the first mummy you've ever seen. A king from more than four thousand years ago.
A dead person.
Something about it gives you the creeps.
The tour group moves away, and the lobby clears. "Come on!" Susie squeals, pulling you toward the mummy case. A strange chill runs up your spine as you step closer.
You gaze at the mummy's face and shudder. It is hideous. Part of his face is still wrapped up -- but part of it isn't. You can see his dried, leathery skin stretched tightly over his shrunken, bony nose.
You back away -- and your foot bumps into something on the floor.
You glance down to see what you've kicked.
"Hey -- look!" you cry out softly.
But no one is listening. The tour group scattered. Susie has let go of your hand. She's pressing her nose to the glass in front of the wooden mummy case. As usual your fourteen-year-old brother, Derek, is acting as if he doesn't know any of you. He's talking to some kids by the door. Your parents examine another display case.
No one notices what you've found on the floor. You pick it up. It's a small clump of folded pages tied together at the edge with dried grass. It looks like some kind of ancient book.
You open it carefully. The pages seem as if they might crumble in your hands. You peer at the squiggly markings on the page. To your surprise you recognize words. . . they're in English! The handwriting is hard to read, but finally you figure out what it says:
"This is the first day in my tomb. I am wrapped so tightly that I fear I may never breathe again. The bandages that preserve me are a prison. I am a king, yet they have brought me here, drained me of my blood, and boudn me with bandages. Against my will! Stop! I beg them. Do not do this horrible thing! I am not dead! I am alive!
Your mouth drops open as you flip through the ancient pages. Could this be a diary of some kind? A mummy's diary? Written four thousand years ago?
But why isn't it ancient hieroglyphics? How can it be in English?
This is weird. Definitely weird. But somehow, in your heart, you know the diary is real. Every word of it is true.
You glance around again. No one notices you. You turn to another page and read on.
"I am embalmed alive. Me. The pharoah. The king! And why? For one reason only. Because, upon my neck, I bear a strange birthmark -- a red stain in a strange shape that frightens my people. They think it is a sign of evil.
"Even I am not sure what it means. Does it really mean I am evil? Could I actually hurt people? Am I mad?"
Your hands tremble as you flip to another page and read on.
"Each night, my spirit walks the earth. For centuries. Each night my spirit writes this diary. But now, at last, my chance has come. Tonight, my body will walk the earth! Tonight, here in this strangest of all pyramids, I will escape my prison!"
Can it be possible?
Is the mummy going to escape tonight? How?
And is this the "strangest of all pyramids"? The Pyramid Building. It would seem strange to some old pharoah, you guess.
You read over the same pages again -- trying to make sense of them.
"Each night my spirit writes this diary," it says.
No way! you think. He isn't writing with his hand. He's writing with his mind! The mummy thinks something, and it appears on the page.
Awesome.
You shoot a quick, sideways glance to make sure the lobby guard isn't watching. Then you tuck the diary under your shirt.
You've got to read more of this. It's amazing. The mummy writes it with his mind!
But just then you hear your mother calling your name. "Yoo-hoo." Again she calls you. "Bring Susie and come on!" she says.
You've got to get away so you can look at the diary. You don't want your parents to see it and take it away from you. Not after you just found it! You scan the lobby for someplace to go.
You spot an elevator.
Hmmm. Maybe you can duck in there and zoom to the top of the pyramid. Finish reading the diary before someone finds you.
Or maybe you should just keep the diary hidden and wait. You don't want to get into trouble with Mom and Dad. And besides, your hotel isn't too far away. You could sneak back here tonight to see if the mummy really escapes. The diary says, "Tonight. . . I will escape my prison." So what will it be?
If you come back tonight, turn to PAGE 20. If you take the elevator now, turn to PAGE 43.
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Post by Big Bad Brad on Jul 25, 2012 20:39:19 GMT -5
Come Back tonight
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2012 20:57:58 GMT -5
As a heads-up, I just found two more books in the series - Scream of the Evil Genie and Escape From the Carnival of Horrors. So after we finish with this one, those are both options now as well.
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Post by Loki-A-Go-Go! on Jul 25, 2012 21:09:47 GMT -5
Come back tonight
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2012 14:51:42 GMT -5
Puts us at 2-0, anyone else?
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Post by RoguePrincess on Jul 26, 2012 14:54:51 GMT -5
I'll make it 3-0
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Post by daime on Jul 26, 2012 15:04:08 GMT -5
if that's not enough, I'll back the lead and say come back tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2012 17:53:58 GMT -5
A dead mummy coming alive again? You want to see that!
You hold the diary hidden inside your shirt and look around for Susie. "Coming, Mother!" you say. You'll come back tonight and find out if what the diary says is really true.
"See you later," you whisper to the mummy. He looks completely dead to you. But. . . you know you saw his arm move.
You keep the diary hidden in your shirt during dinner in Chinatown. You never get a chance to read it. Back at the hotel, Susie is hungry aain. She insists on ordering from room service, but they never show up. She wants to stay up waiting, but eventually your parents make you all go to bed.
Finally, when everyone else is asleep, you sneak out of the hotel. The cool, foggy night air makes you shiver as you walk two blocks to the Pyramid Building. The streets are empty at this time of night.
When you reach the building, you slip in through the open door -- and find the lobby guard asleep. He's sitting on a stool, slumped over a tall reception desk. A small light on his desk gives the cavernous lobby an eerie glow.
You step past the guard, toward the displays in the center of the lobby. After a minute, your eyes adjust to the dim light.
Then you spot it -- and gasp!
The glass case holding the mummy is broken. The mummy is gone!
You stare at the display case. Your hands are clammy. Your heart beats faster.
You can't believe it. Has the mummy really escaped?
All the other glass cases are fine. There's a fancy golden throne in one, a large, feather-shaped fan in another. Only the mummy display case is broken. Only the mummy is gone.
You missed it. You're too late.
Broken glass litters the floor at your feet. It seems as if the mummy practically exploded out of his case!
Slowly, you inch closer. You glance down, avoiding the glass. That's when you spot it. A trail of old cloth bandages. Not just on, either. A whole bunch of them.
You know this is crazy, but it looks as if the mummy unwrapped himself as he ran away!
You can't seethe bandages very well in the dark. So you bend over to pick one up. But something stops you.
A noise.
Someone is coming from the far side of the lobby. You'd better get out of there -- fast!
If you pick up the bandage, turn to PAGE 51. If you think you'd better run, turn to PAGE 18.
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Post by Big Bad Brad on Jul 26, 2012 17:55:13 GMT -5
RUN
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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 26, 2012 17:55:30 GMT -5
I say take the bandages. As Cage said earlier, one of the chief rules of horror is not to go see what's in the shadows (or behind you, as it were.)
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Post by Loki-A-Go-Go! on Jul 26, 2012 17:59:21 GMT -5
Take the bandage
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Post by Big Bad Brad on Jul 26, 2012 18:00:15 GMT -5
I'll change my vote to take the bandage then
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2012 18:40:00 GMT -5
You'll hide as soon as you get a better look at those bandages!
Your hand shakes as you bend down to pick up a long piece of cloth. It's so old and thin and gauzy.
Can this really be a bandage that wrapped up the mummy?
Almost in a trance, you stare at the ancient fabric in your hands. Your eyes glaze over. All you can think about is the mummy. . .
Out there. . . Somewhere. . . Alive.
When you snap out of the daydream, you hear the footsteps again. You glance up and peer into the dark corners of the lobby.
You spot a shadow moving.
Uh-oh! Time to hide! You try to drop the cloth, but for some reason, you can't seem to let go. You glance down and gasp!
Somehow, the bandage has wrapped itself around your hand!
And around your arm.
It's wrapping up your whole body!
Terrified, you claw the bandages with both hands. You tear at them, trying to pull them away from your arms, your neck. . .
But by now your hands are wrapped up. Both of them. It's as if you're wearing gauze mittens. You can't grip the cloth. The harder you try to pull the bandages away, the more tightly they encircle you.
You gaze down at your legs. Oh, no! They're wrapped up, too. In fact, your whole body is completely bandaged.
Like a mummy!
No! you want to scream. But the sound won't come out.
Then you hear a scuffling sound again. An instant later, a figure steps out of the shadows.
You gasp and stumble back.
It's the mummy!
You stare in horror at his brown and leathery, dried, shrunken body.
Then he starts to walk toward you.
This can't be happening! your brain screams. The diary can't be true! A mummy can't come back to life. Not after being dead for four thousand years.
But he is! And he is headed straight toward you!
His nose is a pointed bump on his hard, brown-leather face. His eye sockets have no eyeballs. They're just big, gaping pits. His mouth is open in a hideous half-smile, half-scream.
He's so tiny, you think. About your height, but much thinner. Bonier. So horrible, but so small.
For just an instant, you feel sorry for him.
Until you realize he's coming closer. . . closer. . .
Before you know it, he reaches out and touches your face.
A sudden jolt flows through you -- like an electrical shock. Then the mummy pulls his hand away. Your heart nearly stops as you watch what's happening.
The mummy begins to transform.
Into you!
The mummy's leathery face softens and then fills out. His dried skin becomes fleshy and alive.
Hey! That's your face! Not only that, he's even wearing your clothes!
Then he turns and runs away.
Your face and body start to tingle. Something's happening. Something horrible!
You grab and claw at the bandages that wrap you tightly. Under the bandages, you can feel your fresh shriveling and drying -- as if you've been sitting in an over for four thousand years.
It's the bandages, you realize. The bandages are doing something to your skin!
You notice a loose end of cloth dangling from a long bandage. You yank it and the cloth around your head begins to unwind.
You have to see what's happened to you! You race toward the elevators, frantically unwrapping as you go. You gave into the polished chrome elevator doors.
No!
Your heart pounds in terror when you see your reflection.
Your face! It's brown and leathery. Your skin is dried and shrunken. Your mouth is a gaping hole.
You've turned into the mummy!
The room spins. You struggle to keep from fainting.
This can't be happening!
But one more look in the chrome-mirrored elevator door convinces you.
It's happening.
You're a mummy.
At first, you are too terrified to think. You just stand there in the lobby, stunned.
Then you hear the sleeping guard start to move.
Uh-oh. He's waking up.
You don't want to face him -- or anyone -- looking like this!
Quickly, you come up with a plan.
You've got to make it back to the hotel. Maybe your family can help. But that means walking through the streets. You'd have to take your chances and hope that no one spots you -- a living mummy!
Then again, you could try to unwrap the horrible mummy bandages right now. Maybe if you get them off, you'll change back into yourself again. What should you do?
If you go back to the hotel, turn to PAGE 47. If you unwrap yourself, turn to PAGE 115.
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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 26, 2012 18:44:10 GMT -5
Maybe we should unwrap.
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