Alive!

“Hey, I wanted a window seat!” Sam screeched at his older brother, Bill. If they were going to go on this stupid trip to Egypt, he wanted to have a good seat, at least! Why did their grandfather have to be so Egypt-obsessed anyways?
“Now, now, we already drew sticks for it,” the tall, lean boy reminded his younger brother. “And I drew the long one, so I get the window seat.” Sam scowled at him and poked him with an in-flight magazine, which Bill returned with a poke in the nose.
Their grandfather rolled over in his sleep and blinked his eyes groggily. “Now, now, boys, don’t fight. You know that we’re going to have a great time in Egypt. We might even get a peek at the newly discovered mummy!”
“What?” cried Sam. “A new mummy?” Thoughts of half-wrapped, dusty mummy armies flashed through his mind. He felt himself going weak, and wanted to puke.
“Yes,” said the old man excitedly, not knowing how much he had scared Sam. “Someone discovered the tomb by accident when they stepped in a weak part of the roof!” His eyes were shining, while Sam’s were wide with fear.
“Why don’t mummies rot?” asked Bill, leaning across over Sam’s head. Sam didn’t think he wanted to know the answer. He was right.
“Well, first of all, most of the organs are removed and placed into jars,” explained their grandfather enthusiastically. “The brain is removed by a hook through the nose and then thrown away. The mummy is then packed with drying salt and left to dry for 40 days.”
“COOL!” yelled Bill. Sam grabbed one of the handy little airsickness bags and puked into it. His brother was so sick-minded!
***
We’re off the plane, at last! thought Sam. He stepped into the airport. It was full of bustle and sounds, and a mix of smells. He sighed with relief. It was so different from the airplane. That place was way too organized. It was so nice to see some mess and disorder.
“Let’s go!” yelled their Egyptologist grandfather, now fully decked in his Egyptology gear. The two brothers looked at each other, blushed with embarrassment, and hurried to follow him before anything else happened.
***
“Boooooring,” muttered Bill. All this museum had was a bunch of boring articles and some dumb jewelry. Where were the mummies? Suddenly, he heard Sam yell, “HEY BILL! COME TAKE A LOOK AT THIS! THEY HAVE MUMMY HEADS!” Bill gasped. Mummy heads? He would never have thought it… He ran in the direction of the yell, excitement shining in his eyes.
When he reached the sign, he frowned in disappointment. The sign read, “Reconstructed Mummy Heads,” not simply “Mummy Heads.” He pointed this out to Sam, who looked disappointed.
“That’s too bad. I thought you would like that,” he sighed. “Oh well, let’s look at them anyways. They might be interesting after all.”
Indeed, they were interesting. They turned out to be plaster casts of mummy skulls with clay built up to form what the person may have looked like in real life. The images were then cast in wax, painted, and accessorized.
“Oh, so there you are!” Their grandfather had apparently been searching for them, because he was standing there, still decked out in his gear and sweating somewhat from the weight of it all. He placed his hand on the wall, and all of a sudden there was a grinding noise…
SCREEEEEEEEEEECH!
The three screamed as the floor opened up beneath them and they fell into nothingness, and the screams slowly faded as the floor closed up again…
***
“Are we in a mummy tomb?” whispered Bill.
“Yeah!” snapped Sam. “Now get your stinking butt off my face!”
Bill gasped. “What did you just say to me?”
“Never mind. Just get off me! I can barely breathe!”
“Are you fighting again?” Their grandfather’s voice suddenly came somewhere through the darkness. The argument ceased as they lifted their heads to search for him. Suddenly, a bright light pierced the gloom. The two boys squinted, and saw their grandfather gripping a black flashlight.
“A good thing I brought this along!” he said happily. “The Egyptologist’s motto-always be prepared! You never know when you will be lost in a tomb!”
The two boys looked at each other, and each mentally resolved to be much more respectful of their grandfather in the future. Sam also resolved to pack up like his grandfather in the future.
“Do you have anything to get us out of here?” asked Bill.
Their grandfather looked through his entire arsenal. “Sorry, but no. Not a single thing.” The two boys’ jaws dropped. A hundred trinkets and there was not one thing that could help?
“Oh well, we can explore!” And with that, he trotted off down the hall. The two boys quickly ran down the hall after him, not wanting to be left alone with who-knows-what.
***
“The Tomb!” cried their grandfather dramatically, spreading his arms wide. The two boys stared. It was a very ornate place, they had to admit. They liked it, as a matter of fact. It was so beautiful…
Their grandfather walked over to the coffin. “Do you know the reason for these eyes and this door?” The boys shook their heads. He grinned. “The eyes are so the spirit can see out, the door is so it can come and go!”
Creeeeeak.
Bill looked behind his grandfather, and freaked out. “ARRGH! The mummy is alive! Help me!” He fainted dead away, hitting the ground with a thud. Sure enough, the mummy was pushing open the lid of its coffin, and rising slowly from it. It began to move towards them with lumbering steps…
Sam grabbed Bill, with his grandfather’s help, and they began to run like the wind. Sadly, that was only their thought. In truth, they were lumbering slowly, only a little faster than the mummy’s steps. Sam whispered under his breath, “O gods of Egypt, whoever you may be, help us to escape from this scary mummy or we will be killed!”
He accidentally veered off course, smashed into a wall, and saw stars before his eyes. He was vaguely aware of Bill’s legs slipping from his grasp, and suddenly, he saw a miracle.
The images of the gods on the walls were moving! The jackal-headed god, Anubis, slowly moved towards an image that he assumed was a representative of the dead person’s soul. The other images were also moving, slowly gathering together. And now, a door was opening in the wall! A female spirit slowly seemed to lift from the mummy as it collapsed, and then he fainted.
They eventually got out of the tomb, and they never forgot this exciting adventure. Though they never knew what exactly caused the dead person’s soul to suddenly pass into the next world, they knew that it would never be the same again.

(Sorry I haven't been on for a long time)