me havin’ fun.” His mouth dropped like an open flap and he laughed. “Mummy’s curse! That’s funny!”
Hearing this, Anna turned away. Only a haunted tomb would prove immortality—and now, Anna discovered that the only thing haunting the tomb was some weird youngster sneaking around behind the walls.
Meanwhile, David began his questioning. “How did you know there was a secret chamber? And how did you know how to open it?”
Mark shrugged again. “I knew,” he said, as if it were common knowledge. “I knew you guys were coming, too, like I said—even though you’re a lot taller in real life.” Anna looked down at him, wondering what this remark meant.
David kept up his interrogation. “Why did you stay behind with your uncle—and where is he?”
Mark walked to the corner opposite the secret door. “Come on,” he said, motioning for them to follow. “I’ll show you.”
He bent down and pushed his finger on what appeared as a tiny black stain on the ground; then, the grinding resounded again, and the hidden door began to creep open. Anna grimaced, for the door opened not by an awakened pharaoh, but by a button.
The secret door now gaped open. Anna and David slowly stepped to it and looked in cautiously, seeing ceiling lights shining inside. The doorway led to a square cave with gray stone walls. Anna tread in steadily, seeing a steep stairway plunging down. She noticed an open panel of lightswitches on the right-hand wall.
Anna glanced behind David. “What if he traps us down here?” she asked, barely whispering.
Suddenly, Mark’s voice called from the Queen’s Chamber. “Don’t worry! You’ll see a big square at the bottom you can push to open it up. Anyways, I’m not gonna lock you guys in!” Anna wondered how Mark could have heard her when she had been so quiet.
She hastened down the well-lit stairs. The steps dove down steeply, then turned sharply to the right. Anna walked briskly down and passed the curve—then stopped abruptly.
The next steps were smeared with a long line of blood, thin in some places, thick and gluey in others. The blood streak continued around the rest of the stairway’s curve.
“Oh, my God,” David muttered. “We’d better get back up there before that kid traps us and makes us a permanent part of the tomb.” ©Brenna Pierson