The Mummy

My dad’s work has had a Halloween party every year for the past couple years, except for last year. The children wear costumes (some of the adults do too), they have cookies to decorate, music, pictures, pumpkin bowling, door prizes, those jars filled with candy that you have to guess how many are in there, etc., etc. Anyway, I want to say it was three years ago, we went, as always. I was “Foxy Cleopatra” from Austin Powers (I had a gold jumpsuit for a dance costume a few years before that, so I bought a huge afro and decided to be Beyoncé). Anyway, the theme that year was “The Haunted Pyramids of Egypt.” And they had these six foot tall mummies in front of this huge pyramid. There was a male a female mummy. Their eyes glowed (the male’s red, the female’s green) that moved back and forth, they mumbled and made scary noises and scared the crap out of me. They were motioned detected, and whenever something hit them, or they saw movement or heard noise they went off.

Of course, with my luck, we got the female mummy as our door prize. My dad was laughing his head off at my misfortune. He took it apart (it split into two at her hips) and put it in the trunk of the car. When we got back to the house, he put it in a box (thank the Lord!) and left it in the garage.

I don’t remember exactly how much later it was, but it was a Monday night, and I was at dance class. By this time, the mummy was out of the box (filled with Christmas decorations) and put together, standing in front of my mom’s car in the garage. I still wasn’t used to it at that time, so every time I saw it in the garage when the door opened, I jumped. I guess I wasn’t paying much attention to the fact that it mysteriously disappeared that night. I walked up to me bedroom and saw my door was closed. This was the first sign that something was not right because I always left my bedroom door open. Crystal, was following me down the hallway, bothering me, like she knew something I didn’t. I half expected my grandparents, or a friend to be in my bedroom, waiting to yell, “SURPRISE!”

Oh no. It was not a loved one. I flung my door open and it hit something. The light from the hallway fell on the mummy as its eyes glowed green and started making noise. I screamed, and booked it down the hallway, knocking Crystal over and down the stairs. My dad was laughing so hard he was crying, and my mom was exasperated. I yelled at him to get it out of my room, and he did, laughing the whole way. Apparently, my dad and sister decided it would be funny to pull a prank on me with the mummy. The set it up while I was at dance.

My mom said when she came in the door, as I was walking up the stairs, my dad said “Shh! Wait for it…wait for it…” Then they heard a scream and my mom said, “That’s not funny!” Needless to say, that night I could not fall asleep for HOURS! My dad told me that in the middle of the night, the mummy might just come up to my bed, to be cuddled with. Of course, this hasn’t happened yet, but I am worried that it will happen.

The cardboard recycling is right in front of it now. The other day I went to recycle some cardboard from a frozen pizza. I didn’t even know I was within two feet of it until it was too late. I shivered and ran away as fast as I could.

Maybe a year ago, when Jermey came over, and my sister was home, he decided to take the mummy (since he was practically it’s height) and chase me around with it. Obviously, I was not happy with him.

But, I still keep my eyes open when the garage door’s open to make sure that it’s still in its place. But believe me, one day I will get someone else’s hands on that mummy and burn it.