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YouandyourfamilyarevisitinganexhibitinancientEgyptwhenyoumakeadiscoveryofyourown:a4000-year-olddiarywrittenbyamummy!Cool,youthink,asyouslipthebookintoyourpocket.

Butthenyoufindoutthemummyisalive!Andhewantsmorethanjusthisdiaryback…

HewantsyourBODY!Andyou’vegottofindawaytostophim!

Therearecluesinthediarytohelpyou.Butfirstyou’llhavetodecodeancienthieroglyphicwriting.OrjourneytothepyramidsinEgypt.

Canyouunlockthesecretsofthemadmummy’sdiarybeforehegetsyouunderwraps?

Thisscaryadventureisallaboutyou.Youdecidewhatwillhappen.Andyoudecidehowterrifyingthescareswillbe.

StartonPAGE1.Thenfollowtheinstructionsatthebottomofeachpage.Youmakethechoices.

Ifyoumaketherightchoices,youwillescapetherevengeofthemadmummy.Youmayevenfindhisburialchamberfilledwithgoldentreasures!Ifyoumakethewrongchoice…BEWARE!

SOTAKEALONG,DEEPBREATH,CROSSYOURFINGERS,ANDTURNTOPAGE1NOWTOGIVEYOURSELFGOOSEBUMPS!

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“WelcometoSanFrancisco,”thetourguidesays.Hervoiceechoesinthemarblelobbyoftheofficebuilding.“ThisisthefamousPyramidBuilding—thecity’smostfamousskyscraper.”

“Whendowegettoseethemummy?”yourfive-year-oldsisterwhinesatyourside.

YoucringeandsqueezeSusie’shand.Youwishyoudidn’thavetodragheraround.Buttakingcareofherisalwaysyourjobonfamilyvacations.

Oh,well,youthink.Whocares?Thisisgoingtobethebestvacationever.YouandyourfamilyarestayinginahotelindowntownSanFrancisco.Youhaveaviewofthewholecityfromyourwindow—includingthetall,spindlyPyramidBuildingjustafewblocksaway.Andthismonth,there’sadisplayofancientEgyptianartifactsinthelobby.Includingarealmummy!Youcan’twaittocheckitout!

“Iwantthemummy!”Susiewhinesagain.

“Iwantmymummy!Iwantmymummy!”yourolderbrother,Derek,chants,imitatingSusie’sbabyishvoice.

YoulaughatDerek’sjoke.ThenyouwhispertoSusie,“We’llseeitassoonasthattourgroupgetsoutoftheway.”

Youpeerthroughthecrowdatthemummyinhisglasscase.

Hey!Didthemummyjustmove?

TurntoPAGE2.

Yourheartstartspounding.Itcan’tbe!Butyouknowyoujustsawthemummy’sarmmove!

Didn’tanyoneelseseeit?

Youstarehardatthebrightlylitdisplaycasesinthemiddleofthelobby.Atourgroupcrowdsaroundtheglass,blockingyourview.Soyoustandonyourtiptoes.Underapinkishhalogenlight,youcanseeanancientbandagedmummylyinginabeautiful,gold-paintedwoodenbox.

It’sthefirstmummyyou’veeverseen.Akingfrommorethanfourthousandyearsago.

Adeadperson.

Somethingaboutitgivesyouthecreeps.

Thetourgroupmovesaway,andthelobbyclears.“Comeon!”Susiesqueals,pullingyoutowardthemummycase.Astrangechillrunsupyourspineasyoustepcloser.

Yougazeatthemummy’sfaceandshudder.Itishideous.Partofhisfaceisstillwrappedup—butpartofitisn’t.Youcanseehisdried,leatheryskinstretchedtightlyoverhisshrunken,bonynose.

Youbackaway—andyourfootbumpsintosomethingonthefloor.

TurntoPAGE3.

Youglancedowntoseewhatyou’vekicked.

“Hey—look!”youcryoutsoftly.

Butnooneislistening.Thetourgroupscattered.Susiehasletgoofyourhand.She’spressinghernosetotheglassinfrontofthewoodenmummycase.Asusual,yourfourteen-year-oldbrother,Derek,isactingasifhedoesn’tknowanyofyou.He’stalkingtosomekidsbythedoor.Yourparentsexamineanotherdisplaycase.

Noonenoticeswhatyou’vefoundonthefloor.Youpickitup.It’sasmallclumpoffoldedpagestiedtogetherattheedgewithdriedgrass.Itlookslikesomekindofancientbook.

Youopenitcarefully.Thepagesseemasiftheymightcrumbleinyourhands.Youpeeratthesquigglymarkingsonthepage.Toyoursurpriseyourecognizewords…They’reinEnglish!Thehandwritingishardtoread,butfinallyyoufigureoutwhatitsays:

“Thisisthefirstdayinmytomb.IamwrappedsotightlythatIfearImayneverbreatheagain.Thebandagesthatpreservemeareaprison.Iamaking,yettheyhavebroughtmehere,drainedmeofmyblood,andboundmewithbandages.Againstmywill!Stop!Ibegthem.Donotdothishorriblething!Iamnotdead!Iamalive!”

KeepreadingonPAGE4.

Yourmouthdropsopenasyouflipthroughtheancientpages.Couldthisbeadiaryofsomekind?Amummy’sdiary?Writtenfourthousandyearsago?

Butwhyisn’titancienthieroglyphics?HowcanitbeinEnglish?

Thisisweird.Definitelyweird.Butsomehow,inyourheart,youknowthediaryisreal.Everywordofitistrue.

Youglancearoundagain.Noonenoticesyou.Youturntoanotherpageandreadon.

“Iamembalmedalive.Me.Thepharaoh.Theking!Andwhy?Foronereasononly.Because,uponmyneck,Ibearastrangebirthmark—aredstaininastrangeshapethatfrightensmypeople.Theythinkitisasignofevil.

“EvenIamnotsurewhatitmeans.DoesitreallymeanIamevil?CouldIactuallyhurtpeople?AmImad?”

Yourhandstrembleasyoufliptoanotherpageandreadon.

“Eachnightmyspiritwalkstheearth.Forcenturies.Eachnightmyspiritwritesthisdiary.Butnow,atlast,mychancehascome.Tonight,mybodywillwalktheearth!Tonight,hereinthisstrangestofallpyramids,Iwillescapemyprison!”

TurntoPAGE9.

TheAmericanlookslikeaniceguy.Youthinkhe’ssomeoneyoucantrust.Andhemightbeabletohelpyougethome.Youdecidetoshowhimthediary.

“Hmmm,”theAmericansays,takingamagnifyingglassfromhissuitpocket.Heflipsthroughthepages,studyingthem.“Verrrryinteresting.”

“Don’ttrusthim!”theEgyptianguardwhispersinyourear.“He’sathief!”

“Iheardthat.AndIcertainlyamnotathief,”theAmericandeclares.“MynameisWebsterMacArthurWooblythethird.ButjustcallmeWeb.I’maprofessorofancientstudiesatCairoUniversity.Andyouare…?”

Youintroduceyourself.

“Nicetomeetyou,”WebWooblysays.“CanIbuyyouaglassoflemonadeintown?Cairoisjustafewmilesfromhere,andI’dliketotalktoyouaboutobtainingthisdiary.”

Obtaining?Asinbuyingit?Hmmm—soundsgoodtoyou!

“Don’tgowithhim!”theEgyptianwarnsyou.

Lastchancetochangeyourmind….

IfyoustilltrustWebWoobly,turntoPAGE28.

IfyoutrusttheEgyptianinstead,turntoPAGE22.

LetthemummytakeSusie?Youcan’tdoit.

“Noway,”youtellthemummy,yourvoiceshaking.“Takeme—butleaveheralone.”

“Yes…”themummywhispersinhishoarse,raspyvoice.Hegripsyourwristwithhisgauzybandagedhandandstartstodragyououtofthehotel.

“Wait,”youtellthemummy.“Ineedtogetmyjacket.”Themummystaresatyouamoment,thenreleasesyou.

“Don’tworry,”youwhispertoDerekasyougrabyourjacket.“I’mjustgoingwithhimsohewon’thurtSusie.ButI’llgetawayfromhimassoonaswe’reoutside.”

“Okay,”Derekwhispersback.“I’llfollowyou.”

“No…you…won’t,”themummysaystoDerek.ThenhepointsabandagedfingeratDerek’shead.Instantly,yourbrotherisfrozenstiff.Hecan’tmove!

Butyoucan,somoveovertoPAGE53.

Nobodyseemstobearound.Nothingbutsand.Egypt’shotsunbeatsdownonyou,makingyoufeeldizzyandfaint.You’dliketositdownintheshade,butthereisn’tany.

Water,youthink.Imusthavewater….

Nowyouknowwhytheysaythingslikethatinoldmovies.You’veneverbeensothirstyinyourlife.

Luckily,youhadalightjacketwithyouinSanFrancisco.It’stiedaroundyourwaist.Youtakeitoffandholditoveryourhead,usingitasatentforshade.

Youopenthediarytothefirstpagewithwriting.It’spageseven.Youstudythehieroglyphs.Theylooklikethis:

Whatdoyouthinkitmeans?Ifitlookslikeabunchofbirdssittingaroundacampfiretoyou,turntoPAGE58.

IfyouseeanancientEgyptiansmileyfaceinstead,turntoPAGE12.

“No!”youcryout.Youstareintothewoodenbox.Themummyisgone!Andsomethingelseisinitsplace.

Gold!Tonsofit.Coins,littlestatues,scepters,andcrowns.Allmadeofgold.

Foramoment,youcan’tbelieveit.Isthissomekindofillusion?Isthereatrapdoorinthebox?Aslidingpanel?Ormirrors?You’veseenthiskindofthingdonebymagiciansonTV.

Youleanintotheboxandfeelthebottomandsideswithbothhands.

It’ssolid.

Youpickuponeofthecoinsandbiteit.

It’sreallygold.

Iguessthechantworked!yousaytoyourself.MaybethemummycamebacktolifeinEgypt.Maybehewentbacktohisowntimeandsentthisgoldtothankme.Hesaidhewasaking,didn’the?Thenyouhearasoundthatmakesyouturnaround.

“Thank…you,”avoicewhispers,echoingintheemptylobby.It’sthefamiliarvoiceofthemummy,withthewheezingsoundbetweeneachword.Butthemummyisnowheretobeseen.“Thank…you…for…saving…my…life,”hesays.“I…hope…this…gold…can…repay…you…in…some…small…way….And…now…I…King…Buthramaman…bid…you…farewell.”

THEEND

Canitbepossible?

Isthemummygoingtoescapetonight?How?

Andisthisthe“strangestofallpyramids”?ThePyramidBuilding?Itwouldseemstrangetosomeoldpharaoh,youguess.

Youreadoverthesamepagesagain—tryingtomakesenseofthem.

“Eachnightmyspiritwritesthisdiary,”itsays.

Noway!youthink.Heisn’twritingwithhishand.He’swritingwithhismind!Themummythinkssomething,anditappearsonthepage.

Awesome.

Youshootaquick,sidewaysglancetomakesurethelobbyguardisn’twatching.Thenyoutuckthediaryunderyourshirt.

TurntoPAGE132.

Frantically,youglancearoundforsomeplacetohide.Anyplace.

Youspotastorageclosetafewfeetaway.Thedoorstandsslightlyopen.Yes!youthinkasyouquicklyslipinside.

Youfliponalight,holdyourbreath,andlisten.

Arethefootstepscomingtowardyou?

Youwait.Yourheartpounds.

Finally,thefootstepspass.

Youbreatheandglancearoundatthesuppliesinthecloset.

Rollsoftoiletpaper.Soaps.Tinybottlesofhotelshampoo.Towels.Mops.Avacuumcleaner.

Andpens!Ballpointpenswiththehotel’snameonthem.Smallnotepads,too.Therearesomejustlikethembythetelephoneinyourroom.

That’swhatyouneed,yourealize.Paperandpen,soyoucanwriteyourfamilyanote!

Youstarttoscribbleanotetoyourbrother,Derek.

Butsuddenlyyounoticesomethingelseontheclosetfloor.Somethingevenbetterthanapen.Keys!Thehousekeepercouldhavedroppedthem,youdecide.Theylooklikemasterkeysthatwillopeneveryroominthehotel.

Ifyouusethekeystoopenyourhotelroom,turntoPAGE41.

IfyouwriteanoteandslipittoDerek,turntoPAGE117.

“Younger,”yourepeat.“Okay.Wecandothat.”

Quickly,youhopoutofthesarcophagussohecan’tcloseyouin.“Followme,”youtellhim.

SnakingyourwaythroughthestreetsofSanFrancisco,youleadthemummytoabuildingafewblocksaway.It’saglass-and-chrome-frontedbuildingwithafancysignpaintedonthedoor.

THEHEAVEN-ON-EARTHHEALTHSPA.

Yourememberthisplacebecauseyou’vepassediteverydayonthewaytoyourhotel.Andit’sopentwenty-fourhoursaday!

“What’s…this?”themummyasks.Hestandsbackfromthedoor,hesitanttogoin.Infact,he’sactingalittleshy.

“It’sahealthspa,”youexplain.“Afancyplacewheretheygiveyouhealthdrinks,mudbaths,andthingslikethat.Theymakeyoulookyounger.That’stheirjob.”

“Really?”themummywhispers.

Althoughitseemsimpossible,youalmostseeaflickerofasmilespreadacrosshislips.

Youleadthewayintothespaandapproachthereceptionist.

“Uh,hi,”youstammer.“My,uh,friend,here,wantstogetaskintreatment.”

Thereceptionisteyesthemummysuspiciously.“Doeshehaveanappointment?”sheasks.

Anappointment?Uh-oh.ThinkfastonPAGE99.

“LookslikeanancientEgyptiansmileyfacetome,”yousayoutloud.

Uh-oh.You’retalkingtoyourself.Andyou’reseeingsmileyfaces.You’dbetterfindsomewatersoon!

YousuddenlyrememberthatyouhadapackofFruityBitescandyinyourpocket.Youreachforthem.They’restillthere!Andthey’reonlyalittlemelted.

Youpoptwoinyourmouth.Ahhhhhhh.

Theyalmostmakeyouforgetyourparchedthroat.

Almost.

Butnotforlong.

GetupandsearchforwateronPAGE24.

Thethreemenleancloserandpeerintoyoursarcophagus.

“Yeow-sa!”theotherguardyells.“He’sstartingtorot!”

No!youthink.Butit’strue!Yourancient,mummifiedbodyisturningtomush!Yourfaceislosingitsshape.Yourhollow,ancienteyesarecavingin,leavinghugeholesinyourface.

Nowonderyoufeelsoweak!

“It’sthesaltair!”themanwiththedeepvoicecries.Hiseyesopeninhorroraspiecesofyourbodybegintofallaway!

“Withoutbandagestoprotectitfromthefogandsaltyair,thedriedfleshismoldingandbreakingdown.”

“Whatshouldwedowithhim?”Georgeasks,holdinghisnose.

“He’snogoodtousnow,”themanwiththedeepvoiceanswers.“We’vegottogetridofhim.”

“No,”theotherguardinsists.“Isaywetakehimbacktothemuseum.”

“Flipacoin,”Georgedeclares.“That’showwe’lldecide.”

Oh,no,youthink.Notanothercoin!

Flipanothercoin.Ifit’sheads,turntoPAGE35.

Ifit’stails,turntoPAGE27.

Seewhat’sinside?Aretheykidding?

Thedoctorscloseinonyou,rubbingtheirhandstogethereagerly.“I’mgoingtoenjoythis,”Stuartsayswithacreepysmile.

“Let’sfindoutwhat’sinthere,”Dr.Laceyaddseagerly.

Youstareatthesurgicaltoolsinterror.Youwanttoscream.Youwanttoyellforhelp.Butwhenyouopenyourmouth,nosoundcomesout.

Youcan’ttalk!

You’llneverbeabletoexplainthatyou’rereallyakid!Whatwillyoudo?

You’redesperatetoescape.Youscantheroom,searchingforsomething—anything—thatwillhelpyou.Youspotachemicalbeakerfullofsomekindofclearliquid.YoupickupthebeakerandtosstheliquidinDr.Lacey’sface!

“Hey!”shesputters.“Hejustthrewwateratme!”

Water?Yourheartsinks.Thatwastheonlyplanyouhad.Anditdidn’twork.

Thesedoctorsaregoingtoopenyouupforsure!

TurntoPAGE31.

Youenterthecool,darktombwithMohammedrightbehindyou.Hecarriesatorchtolighttheway.

Thepassageway,anarrowcorridormadeoflargestoneblocks,iscreepy.Youfeelasifsomeone—orsomething—mightjumpoutatyouatanyminute.

Youwalkafewmorestepsforwardandcometoaplacewherethepassagewaysplitsintoafork,oraY.

“Whichway?”youask.

“Followyourheart,”Mohammedanswersmysteriously.

Myheart?youthink.Isthatsomekindofclue?

Let’ssee.

Yourheartisontheleft.Isthatwhathemeans?Shouldyoutakethepassagetotheleft?

Youpeerdowntheleftpassagewayandseenothingbutdarkness.Ahorrible,emptydarkness—asifnoonehaseverreturnedfromthatpath.

Thenyoupeerdownthepassagewaytotheright.Itlookswiderthantheotheroneandbrighter.Itisn’tnearlysodark.

Ifyoutakethepassagewaytotheleft,turntoPAGE123.

Ifyoutakethepassagewaytotheright,turntoPAGE79.

Yourbandages,theonesthemummy-kidisunwrapping,havetrailedacrosshisarms.

Allatonce,theystarttowrapthemselvesaroundhimjustastheyhadmysteriouslyclungtoyou.Theybindhimquickly.Tightly.Theyseemtohavealifeoftheirown,asiftheywanttochokehimtodeath.

Themummy-kid’seyesflashwithfear.

“No!”hecries,tryingtopullaway.

Yes!youthink.Thisisit!ThisishowIcantradeplaceswithhimagain!

Ifyoucanjustgetallthebandagesoffintime…

Thenthey’llwraparoundhim,justastheywrappedaroundyouinthelobbyofthePyramidBuilding.

Asfastasyoucan,youstarttounwraptherestofyourbandages.

Quickly,youunwrapthehorriblegauzesothatitwillbefreetoencirclethemummy.Thebandageswindthemselvesaroundhisface,hisneck,hisbody.Theypinhisarmstohissidessohecan’tmove!

TurntoPAGE111.

Theguardflipsacoinanditcomesuptails.

“Good,”Georgesays.“Iwin.Now,listentome.”

Youlisten,too,frominsideyourmummycaseinthetrunk.

Butyoucan’thearathing.Andamomentlater,Georgeslamsthetrunkshutandthecartakesoff.

Whoa!youwanttocryasyoufeelthecarzoomingupanddownthefamousSanFranciscohills.Yourstomachwouldbeturningoverrightnow—ifyouhadone—thehillsaresosteep.Itfeelsasifyou’reonarollercoaster.

Georgedriveslikeamaniac.Youcanhearthetiressquealaroundthecornersashemakessharpturns.

Finally,thecarslowsdownandeasestoastop.

Wherearewe?youwonder.

Youhearafoghorn.Andthesoundofwaterlappingatthesidesofapier.Youfigureyoumustbenearadock.Youcanalmostsmellthesaltyairfrominsidethewoodencase.

Whywouldtheybringmetoapier?youwonder.Thenyougetasinkingfeeling.

TurntoPAGE55.

Theguardcouldbemakingthenoise.Oritcouldbethemummy.

Eitherway,youdon’twanttobefound.

Hide—fast!

Youdashacrossthelobbyanddartbehindapillar.

SCRAPE…SCRAPE…

Itsoundsasifsomeoneisdragginghisfeetacrossthefloor.Andwhoeveritis,isstillheadedyourway.

Whocoulditbe?

Youarehalfwaytotheexit.Yourkneestremblewithfear,butyoucan’thelpbeingcurious.

Youhavetomakeadecision.

Ifyoustaytofindoutwhoitis,turntoPAGE45.

Ifyouleavenowandgobacktothehotel,turntoPAGE88.

Beforeyoucanprotest,WebWooblyclimbsontoanothercamel.Assoonashiscamelstartswalking,yoursfollows.

“Wherearewegoing?”youasknervously.Suddenly,thisdoesn’tseemlikeagreatidea.Especiallysincethecamelisn’tverycomfortabletositon.And,boy,doesitstink!

“ToCairo,”Webreplies.

Slowly,thetwoofyoumakethebumpynine-milecamelridetothecapitalcityofEgypt.Whenyouarrive,Webtakesyoutoasmallcaféonabusystreetandordersyouthepromisedglassoflemonade.

“Now,myyoungfriend,”Websays.“Let’stalkaboutthediary.Howdoestwothousanddollarssound?”

Well—howdoesitsound?

IfyoulikeWeb’soffer,takeitonPAGE63.

Ifyouthinkyoucangetmore,bargainwithhimonPAGE114.

Adeadmummycomingaliveagain?Youwanttoseethat!

YouholdthediaryhiddeninsideyourshirtandlookaroundforSusie.“Coming,Mother!”yousay.You’llcomebacktonightandfindoutifwhatthediarysaysisreallytrue.

“Seeyoulater,”youwhispertothemummy.Helookscompletelydeadtoyou.But…youknowyousawhisarmmove.

YoukeepthediaryhiddeninyourshirtduringdinnerinChinatown.Younevergetachancetoreadit.Backatthehotel,Susieishungryagain.Sheinsistsonorderingfromroomservice,buttheynevershowup.Shewantstostayupwaiting,buteventuallyyourparentsmakeyouallgotobed.

Finally,wheneveryoneelseisasleep,yousneakoutofthehotel.Thecool,foggynightairmakesyoushiverasyouwalktwoblockstothePyramidBuilding.Thestreetsareemptyatthistimeofnight.

Whenyoureachthebuilding,youslipinthroughtheopenfrontdoor—andfindthelobbyguardasleep.He’ssittingonastool,slumpedoveratallreceptiondesk.Asmalllightonhisdeskgivesthecavernouslobbyaneerieglow.

Yousteppasttheguard,towardthedisplaysinthecenterofthelobby.Afteraminute,youreyesadjusttothedimlight.

Thenyouspotit—andgasp!

Theglasscaseholdingthemummyisbroken.Themummyisgone!

TurntoPAGE36.

Getinasarcophagus?Nopossibleway,youdecide.

Withadesperatepull,youyankyourarmawayfromthemummy.

Ooooh…badidea.

Rememberhowthemummyhadyourwristinanirongrip,likeavise?Rememberhowstronghewas?

Well…closeyoureyes.

Whathappensnextistoogrosstogointo.Youreallydon’twantthegorydetails.

Let’sjustsaythatyourarm—theonethemummywasholding?—well,he’sstillholdingit.

Andyouaren’t.

Whichmeansthateveniftherewereanotherpagetoturntorightnow,youwouldn’tbeabletoturntoit.Notwhilestillholdingthisbookwithyouroneremaininghand!

Faceit.You’vecomeupshort-handedinthisstory.

THEEND

YoudecidetotrusttheyoungEgyptianguard.Heseemsgenuinelyconcerned.Youhandhimthediary.

TheAmericanlooksdisappointed,butheturnsandwandersaway.

TheEgyptianmantellsyouhisnameisMohammed.Thenheexaminesthediary,hiseyeswidening.“ThisdiarymustbereturnedtotheroyaltombofButhramaman,”hecries.“Onlythenwillthemummyrest.Comewithme!”

“Butwherearewegoing?”youaskhim.

“Tothetomb,”hewhispers.Hiseyesnarrowandhiseyebrowscurlin,makinghimlookasifhehasadeep,darksecret.

MohammedleadsyoubydonkeytotheNileRiver.There,youboardaboatandtravelsouthalldayandallnight.Finally,youreachastrange,uninhabitedpartofEgypt.Inthesteamyheat,heleadsyouthroughalushjungle,andthentoanotherdesertarea,andfinallytothesandy,stoneentrancetothetomb.

“Yougoinfirst,”hesays,pointingtheway.

Me?youthink.Whyme?

TurntoPAGE73.

Youslamthedoorshut.“It’shim!”youwhispertoDerek.“It’sgottobe!”Youleanallyourweightagainstthedoor.Nowayisthemummygettingin!

KNOCK.KNOCK-KNOCK.

“Itcan’tbethemummy,dummy,”Dereksays,hoppingoffhiscot.Hestompsovertothedoorandshovesyouaside.“Imean,isamummygoingtoknockpolitelyonthedoor?”

KNOCK.KNOCK.

“Don’topenit!”youbeg.Youreachforthedoorknobtotrytostophim.

Toolate.Derekswingsopenthedoor.

Standingthereinthedimlylithallwayisasmallfigurewrappedinancientbandages.

Themummy!

BeforeyouorDerekcanstophim,themummypushesthroughthedoorway.There’samummystandinginyourhotelroom!Youcanhardlybelieveit.

“You…stole…my…life…”themummywhispersslowly.“Now…I…will…take…my…revenge.”

Youaretoostunnedtomove.AllyoucandoisturntoPAGE38.

Ifyoudon’tfindwatersoon,youknowyouareagoner,forsure.Soyoustaggerforward,suckingontheFruityBites.Thenyouseeit!

Anothersmileyface!

Maybeyoureallyaregoingmad.

It’sonthatsanddunenotfarfromyou.ArowofEgyptianstatues.Bird-facedpillarscarvedinstone,likeonesyou’veseeninbooksonancientEgypt.

Twostatuesmaketheeyesandsevenmoremakethemouth.Exactlylikethedrawinginthediary!Youpulloutthediary.TurntoPAGE7andcheckitagain.

Thefaceinthediaryhasanose.There’snonosewiththestatues.Butyoufigurethatcouldjustbeapictureofthesun.ToshowhowHOTitisinthedesert.Thatwouldmakesense.

Whatdoesn’tmakesenseiswhytheancientEgyptiansputasmileyfacedesigninthemiddleofthedesert!Andwhythemummy’sdiaryhasapictureofit!

RunovertothestatuesonPAGE133andgetsomeanswers!

Foraninstant,youconsidernotcompletingthespell.Butyoucan’t.Notafteryougaveyourword.

Andbesides,themummyseemssolonely.

“TekiKahruTekiKahraTekiKhari!”youchantquickly,beforeyouloseyournerveagain.

Youholdyourbreath,waitingforthemummytocomebacktolife.

Silence.Nothinghappens.

ThelobbyofthePyramidBuildingisevenquieterthanbefore.Astrangestillnesshangsintheair.It’sasifthewholeworldsuddenlycametoagrindinghalt.

Ahorriblethoughtcreepsintoyourhead.Iseveryonedead?

Youglanceoverattheguard.Helookslikehe’sasleep,buthe’snotsnoringanymore.Ifhe’sasleep,it’sadeep,dreamlesssleep.

Sweattricklesdownyourneckwhileyouwaitforthemummycasetoopen.

Nothing.Nothingbutsilenceandthesoundofyourownheartbeat.

Finally,youcan’tstanditanylonger.Youreachoverandopenthelid.

Whatwillyoufindinside?TurntoPAGE8.

Thehallwayturnsafewmoretimes.Buttherearen’tanymorechoices.Nomoreforks.

Finally,youseeaglimmeroflight.

Light?Where’sitcomingfrom?

Youturnthecornerandspottheanswer.

Theelevator!

Atlast—you’reinthebasementofthePyramidBuilding!

Aren’tyou?

YouruntotheelevatorandpushtheUPbuttonoverandover.Youhopethatifyoupressitharder,it’llcomefaster.

Yeah.Sure.Likethat’severworked.

PressitagainonPAGE56.

Theyflipacoin.“Tails,”Georgedeclares.

Uh-oh.Bigtrouble.Majorbummer.

“Tosshimoverboard,”themanwiththedeepvoiceorders.“Andgetitoverwith!”

Thosearethelastwordsyoueverhear.

Asecondlater,Georgeandtheotherguardflingyouoverthesideoftheboat.Thechillywatersoaksintoyou.Youstarttosink.

Younevercouldswim,evenasakid.

Butthat’snottheworstpart.

Theworstpartisthatthesecoastalwatersareshark-infested.

Andasitturnsout,mummiesmakegreatfishfood!

THEEND

YoudecidetotrustWebWoobly.

Heseemsfriendly.Andwithanamelikethat,howbadcouldhebe?Besides,youlikethesoundofhisoffer.Lemonade—andpossiblybigbucksforthediary!

You’llworryaboutgettinghomelater.YournewAmericanpalmaybeabletohelpyou.

“Acooldrinkwouldbeveryrefreshing,”WebWooblysays,wipingthesweatfromhisforehead.“Let’sgo.”

Heputsonehandupintheair,asifhe’shailingataxicabinNewYorkCity.Thenhestickstwofingersinhismouthandwhistles.

Almostatonce,aguyonacamelridesup.

“Needalift,buddy?”thecameldriverasks.

“Yes,”WebWooblysays.ThenhespeaksafewwordsinArabictothecameldriver.Prettysoon,thecamelkneelsdown.

“Climbup,”Webinstructsyou.

Youdo.Butassoonasyou’reseatedonthecamel,youstarttofeelguilty.Youknowyou’renotsupposedtogetincarswithstrangers!Isgettingonacamelsodifferent?

“Uh,IthinkI’llgetdown,”youstarttosay.

“Toolate,”WebWooblyannounceswithasmalllaugh.

TurntoPAGE19.

Youhavetohide!Youduckintothealcoveofanearbybuildingandhuddleintheshadows.Thelong,blacklimousinecruisesby.

Phew.Closeone.

Exceptaninstantlaterthetwoglassdoorsbehindyouswingopenandtwodoctorswalkout.Oneman,onewoman.

That’swhenyounoticethesignovertheentrance:EMERGENCYMEDICAL

ASSISTANCE.

“Hey,”themaledoctorsaystoyou.“Whatareyoudoingouthere?Youshouldbeinbed.Youareverysick!”

Thenthefemaledoctorstepscloser.Shepeersintoyourface.Atyourshrunken,dried,brown-leatherface.

Shegrabsyourwrist.

“Hey,look!”shewhisperstotheotherdoctor.“Thisisn’tapatient.It’samummy!”

TurntoPAGE86.

Beforeyoucanjumpaway,themummy’shanddartsoutandhegrabsyourwrist.Hepicksupthetailendofoneofhisbandages,alongonethathascomepartlyunwrapped.Quickly,heusesittotieyourwristsbehindyourback—likeaprisoner!ThenhedoesthesamethingtoDerek!

Foranolddeadguy,hesuremovesfast!

Theinstantthebandagetouchesyou,youfeelyourskinbegintowitherandhardenandshrivel.Yourarmsandlegsgrowstiff—sostiffyoucanbarelymove.

Heyanksthebandages,andyouandDerekbothstumbletowardthemummy.Hewrapsmoreoftheancientstripsaroundandaroundyourbodies.

“What’shappening?”youstarttoaskDerek.

ButwhenyouglanceatDerek’sface,youletoutahorriblescream.

Derek’sfaceisbrownandleather-hard—justlikethemummy’s!Andwhat’smore,hiseyesaregone!

Onlytwodeep,emptyeyesocketsremain!Youstareintothem,deeperanddeeper,feelingyourselfgettingdizzy.Italmostmakesyoupassoutindisgust.

HurrytoPAGE76!

“Holdhimdown,”Stuartyells.“I’llsetuptheX-raymachine.”

Xrays?Isthatallthey’regoingtodo?

Oh.

Thatwon’tbesobad.Maybeitwillevenbeinteresting.

YoustopstrugglingandcooperateasthetwodoctorsX-rayeachandeverypartofyourbody.Evenyourhead!

Ashortwhilelater,Stuartstrollsoutofthedarkroom,holdingtheXraysuptothelight.

“Idon’tbelieveit,”hemutters.

“Whatdidyoufind?”Dr.LaceyasksStuart.ShestandsnexttohimandpeersattheXrays.

“Hehasnoorgans.Noheart.Nostomach.Nobrain,”Stuartanswers.“Ofcourse,Ididn’texpecthimtosincehe’samummy.”

“Thenwhat’ssounusual?”Dr.Laceydemands.

“This,”Stuartsays.“LookwhatIfoundinsidehishead!”

Dr.LaceytakesanXrayfromStuartandholdsituptothelight.Shegasps.

“Astonishing!”Dr.Laceyexclaims.“Amazing!”

“Extraordinary!”Stuartadds.

What’sgoingon?Aren’ttheygoingtotellyou?Afterall,it’syourhead!

Findoutwhat’sinthereonPAGE125.

“Yes,”youtellthemummy.“Iknowasecretchantthatwillbringyoubacktolife.”

“What…is…it?”themummyasks,wheezingbetweeneachword.Hesoundseager.

“KlatuBarradaNicto,”yourecite.Youcloseyoureyesandsayitagain,likeachant.“KlatuBarradaNicto.”

“Ha!”themummyexclaims,almostlaughing.“Klatu…Barrada…Nicto?That…is…from…an…old…movie!You…know…nothing.You…are…doomed!”

Uh-oh.He’sright.Thosearethewordsthealienspeaksintheold1950ssci-fimovie,TheDaytheEarthStoodStill.

You’reinbigtroublenow.

TurntoPAGE48.

Georgeholdsyoudownwhiletheotherguardclosesthesarcophaguslid.Tight.

Help!youwanttoscreamasthedarknessclosesinonyou.

Thenyou’rethrownagainstthesideofthesarcophagus.

Theguardshaveliftedyouupontotheirshouldersandarecarryingyousomewhere!

Atfirstyoubangonthesarcophaguslidwithbothfists.Letmeout!yousilentlyscream.

Thenyoulieverystillandlisten.

Fromtheguards’muffledconversation,youfigureoutwhat’shappening.Theyarecarryingthewoodenmummycasetoacarandloadingitintothetrunk.

“Nowwhat?”Georgeaskstheotherguard.

“Nowwetakehimbacktothemuseum,”theotherguyreplies.

“Noway!”youhearGeorgeexclaim.“Areyoukidding?We’vegotalivingmummyhere!Wecouldmakeafortune!”

Frominsidethesarcophagus,youheartheotherguymumblesomething.Georgeanswersback.Itsoundslikethey’rearguing.YouhearGeorgeexclaim,“Okay,we’llflipacoinforit!Heads,youwin.Tails,wedowhatIsay.”

Uh-oh.Yourlifedependsontheflipofacoin!

Flipacoin.Ifitcomesupheads,turntoPAGE67.

Ifit’stails,turntoPAGE17.

Derekislaughinguncontrollably.“Igotyou!”hesqueals,pointingatyou.“Igotyougood!”

“Gotme?”youstammer.“Whatdoyoumean,gotme?”

“Themummy!Thediary!”Hewipestearsoflaughterawayfromhiseyes.“Imadethewholethingup.

“Ibroughtthisdiaryfromhome,”Derekexplains.“Imadethispaperinartclass.IknewweweregoingtoseethemummywhenwegottoSanFrancisco.SoIthoughtupthediaryscam.ThenIdroppedthisinthelobbyofthePyramidBuilding,byyourfeet.Iknewyou’dfallforit.You’llbelieveanything!”

“Mom!”youcomplain,andtrytokickDerekintheshins.

Butyourmomfailstoseeyouasthevictimthatyouare.Aftershehelpsthewaiterupandhandshimsomemoney,shesendsbothofyoutobed—forawholeday!

AndsinceyouandDereksharethesamehotelroom,youcan’tescapehisteasing.

Thensomethingoccurstoyou.Whataboutthemummy?Hedidescapelastnight.Youwerethere.Yousawthebrokenglass.

TurntoPAGE96.

Themanwiththedeepvoiceflipsacoin.It’sheads.

“Okay,takehimbacktothemuseum,”themanagrees.“Butdoitnow.Wesailintwominutes.Gethimoffmyship!”

Clumsily,thetwoguardstossthelidbackonthesarcophagusandhaulyouofftheship.Anhourlater,youarriveattheSanFranciscoFineArtsMuseum.TheyhandyouovertoMarvinDeNeely,themuseumdirectorwho’sinchargeofEgyptiancollections.

“Whathaveyoudonetohim?”Marvinshoutswhenheglancesinthewoodensarcophagus.“Mybeautifulmummy!He’samess!”

I’mnotreallyamummy!youwanttocry.I’makid!

Butwithyourbodyrottingaway,youcan’tevenmanagetositup.Piecesofyourold,hardfleshfalloffinchunks.Itmakesyouweak.Anddizzy.

Youliestillinyoursarcophagus.Tootiredtoevencry.

TurntoPAGE101.

Youstareatthedisplaycase.Yourhandsareclammy.Yourheartbeatsfaster.

Youcan’tbelieveit.Hasthemummyreallyescaped?

Alltheotherglasscasesarefine.There’safancygoldenthroneinone,alarge,feather-shapedfaninanother.Onlythemummydisplaycaseisbroken.Onlythemummyisgone.

Youmissedit.You’retoolate.

Brokenglasslitterstheflooratyourfeet.Itseemsasifthemummypracticallyexplodedoutofhiscase!

Slowly,youinchcloser.Youglancedown,avoidingtheglass.That’swhenyouspotit.Atrailofoldclothbandages.Notjustone,either.Awholebunchofthem.

Youknowthisiscrazy,butitlooksasifthemummyunwrappedhimselfasheranaway!

Youcan’tseethebandagesverywellinthedark.Soyoubendovertopickoneup.Butsomethingstopsyou.

Anoise.

Someoneiscomingfromthefarsideofthelobby.You’dbettergetoutofthere—fast!

Ifyoupickupthebandage,turntoPAGE51.

Ifyouthinkyou’dbetterrun,turntoPAGE18.

“Iknowasecretchant,”youtellthemummy.“IfIsayitfivetimes,itwillbringyoubacktolife.”

Youstarttochantthepowerfulmagicwords.

“TekiKahruTekiKahraTe—”

“Wait!”themummycries,holdinguphishand.“I…know…that…chant!It…does…work.But…I…am…not…ready…yet.”

Themummyholdsouthisbandagedhandstohelpyououtofthesarcophagus.Thenhequicklytakesyourplaceinthebox.Heseemstoalmostsmileashesettlesbackintothemummycase.

“All…right,”themummysays.“Close…the…lid…and…say…the…words.”

“Idon’tgetit,”yousay.“Whydoyouwanttocomebacktolifeinthemummycase?”

Themummygivesyouasad,farawaygazebeforeanswering.“That…is…the…only…way,”hetellsyou.“My…diary…would…have…brought…me…to…life…now—in…this…wonderful…time…of…yours.But…your…magic…is…different.It…works…another…way.”

“Anotherway?How?”youask.

“Never…mind,”themummywarnsyou.Thenhenearlyshouts.“Just…say…the…words.Now!”

TurntoPAGE84.

Themummy’shandsshootoutandgrabyourthroat!Hepullsyoutowardhim.

“Revenge…will…be…mine….”Thesoftwheezingsoundbetweeneachwordthemummyspeaksisterrible.Itfillsyourears,makingyoushudder.

Youstruggleagainsthisgrip.Hishandstightenonyourneck.Youcanhardlybreathe.

Whyisn’tDerekhelpingyou?Youglanceathim.Derek’sstandingnexttoyou,wide-eyed,mouthhangingopen,frozenwithfear.

“Derek!”youtrytosay.Onlyitcomesoutas“D-acckk”becausethemummy’sgripissotightonyourthroat.

Finally,Dereksnapsoutofit.Helungestowardthemummy.Butthemummybacksaway,stillgraspingyoubythethroat.

Themummyletsoutawheezingbreath.“Give…me…the…diary—orelse!”

TurntoPAGE105.

Yourlifeisindanger!Why?

Thewild,worriedlookintheArabman’seyestellsyounottoaskquestions.Youdon’thavetime!Hepressesthecamel’slead-ropeintoyourhandsandrepeatshiswarning.

“Go!”

Gowhere?youwonderasyoumountthecamel.Andwhyme?

Yourideoutoftownasfastasyoucan.

ThefartherawayfromtheMouskiyouget,thebetteryoufeel.

Except…

Issomeonefollowingyou?

Suddenly,you’realmostpositivethere’ssomeoneonyourtail.

Tryasneakymaneuvertogetaway.TurntoPAGE56,then92,then103,then24,thenbackto56again.Don’treadthosepages,silly!Justturntothem.Maybethatwillconfusewhoeverisfollowingyou.ThensneakovertoPAGE52andseeifyou’velostthem.

Youdecidetoopenthedoor.

Butyourheartisracing.Whatifitisthemummyandheknowsyoutookhisdiary?Willhebemad?

Inoneswift,action-packedmove,youflingopenthedoor,takeaflyingleap,andkarate-kickthepersonstandingthere.

KA-POW!Hetumbleshalfwayacrossthehallway.

Uh-oh.Bigmistake.

TurntoPAGE57.

Forgetwritinganote,youdecide.Youwanttoseeyourfamilyagain.Youwanttoconfrontthatcreep—thatmummy—whohasstolenyourlife!

Youpickupthekeysandflipthroughthem.Youspotonewithasmallpieceofmaskingtapeonit.Inblueink,someonehaswrittenthewordmasteronthetape.

That’sit!Thekeythatwillopenyourfamily’sdoor!

Youracedownthehall.Thekeyfits.Justasyouhadhoped.Inaninstant,youturnthelockandburstintoyourfamily’shotelroom.

Toyoursurprise,they’reallsittingtherewideawake…waitingforyou.

Includingthemummy.Wholooksexactlylikeyouusedto!

“Aaaahhhh!”Susiescreamswhensheseesyou.“Aaaahhhh!Gethimaway!”

“Itoldyou!”themummywholookslikeyoushouts.“Itoldyouhewasfollowingme!”

“Grabhim,Derek!Quick!”yourdadsays.

TurntoPAGE92.

Themummy,wholooksexactlylikeyou,movesforwardintothestoragecloset.Hepushesyouback,forcingyouagainsttheclosetwall.You’retrapped!

“Igotyournote,”hegrumbles.Hereachesintohispajamapocket—yourpajamas!—andpullsoutthecrumpledpaperyouwroteon.Hethrowsitinyourface.“Forgetit!You’renevergoingtogetyourbodyback!I’vebeenwaitingtoolongforthischance—mychancetohavealife!”

Stillpinningyouagainstthebackclosetwallwithonehand,hegrabsatyourbandageswiththeother.Thebandagesthatwrappedthemselvesaroundyouallbythemselves.Youtrytofighthimoff,buthe’sstronger.Heunwrapsyoufromthetop,unwindingthebandagesthatencircleyourhead.

“Youwon’tlastlongwithoutthese,”hesays.“Yourbodywillsoonstarttorotandthen—ahh!”

Allatonce,hejumpsback.Alookofterrorflashesintohiseyes.

TurntoPAGE16.

Youdecidetoduckintotheelevator.

Withthediarytuckedunderyourshirt,youcasuallystrolloverandpushtheUPbutton.Butthefirstelevatorthatarrivesisgoingdown.

Oh,well.That’lldo.

Quickly,youslipintotheelevator.Luckilynooneelsegetsonwithyou.Yourparentsdon’tevennoticeyou’regone.

Great,youthinkasthecarwhooshesdownward.Nowyoucanreadthediaryinprivate.

DING.Abellringsasthedoorsopentothebasement.

“Weird,”yousayasyoustepoutoftheelevator.

Thisisthebasement?

Toyouramazement,theplacelooksasifitwerebuiltthousandsofyearsago.Thewallsaremadeofhugeblocksofrough,tanstone.Theonlylightshinesfromafixtureovertheelevatordoors.Inthedimglow,youcanseethattheelevatorsaretheonlymodern-lookingpartofthebasement.

Cautiously,youwalkdownastrange,darkhallway.Yoursneakersscrapeagainstthestones.

It’sreallytoodarktoreadthediary.Butyoucan’thelpwantingtoexplore.

Thediarycanwait,youdecide.

ExplorethebasementonPAGE49.

“Here.Takeit!”Youthrustthediaryintothemummy’sbandagedhands.

HSSSSSSSSSS…

Themummyletsoutalong,raspysoundlikeasigh.Youcouldswearhisexpressionhaschanged.Hisfaceseemstosoftenwithrelief.

“Ahhh,yesss…”themummysays,claspingthediarytohischest.“Now…all…I…need…is…”

Anotherlongwheezeescapesfromhismouthbeforehespeaksthelastword.

“You!”

TurntoPAGE30.

Youdecidetostayhiddenbehindthepillar.Youwanttofindoutifit’sthemummy.Youhavetoseeifthemummyreallycamebacktolife!

SCRAPE…SCRAPE…

Thefootstepssoundnearer…nearer…

Youcan’tstanditanymore!Youpeekyourheadaroundthecorner.

Thefigurestepsintothedimlightofthelobbyfromanearbyhall.

It’sthemummy!

Andhe’salive!

TurntoPAGE62.

There’sabig,uglycrocodileonthestepsinfrontofyou.Crocodilesmeanwater.Thatmeanstheremustbesomenearby!Butrightaboutnow,crocodilesmostlymeandanger.

It’slikehe’sguardingthegold.

Youfreeze.Don’tmove,youtellyourself.Whateveryoudo,don’trun.Noquickmovements.

Butdoyoureallywanttostandthereandbeeatenalive?Especiallywhentherecouldbewaterdowninthatpit!

Yourmindraces,tryingtothinkquickly.

Twoideascometoyou.YoucouldtosssomeoftheFruityBitestothecrocodile.Thenmaybeitwouldleaveyoualone.

Oryoucouldtrymovingvery,veryslowlypasthimonthestairs.Ifyoudon’tfindwater,youmightneedthoseFruityBites.

Whatwillyoudo?

IfyouthrowthecrocsomeFruityBitescandy,turntoPAGE116.

Ifyoutrytomovepasthim,turntoPAGE87.

Thehotel,youdecide.You’vegottogetbacktheretoyourfamily.Youneedhelp!

Butwhatifyourparentstakeonelookatyouandfreakout?Whatiftheydon’trecognizeyou?

You’vegottotakethatchance.

Youtiptoeacrossthemarblefloorofthelobby.Yourfootstepsdon’tmakeasound.Probablybecausethebandagesarestillwrappedaroundyourfeet.

Yousneakpastthestill-sleepingguardandslipoutintothefoggynight.Yourbandagestrailbehindyouasyouheadbacktowardthehotel.Youglancearound,hopingnoonewillseeyou.

Atthecorner,youaccidentallycatchyourreflectioninastorewindow.Yourfaceissohideous,youalmostscream.

Staycalm,youtellyourself.Onlyonemoreblocktogo.

Uh-oh.Herecomesacar.

Quick—hide!—onPAGE29.

Themummybeginstolowertheheavylid.

“Wait!”youcry,sittingupquicklyinthesarcophagussohecan’tshutit.“Isn’tthereanythingelseyouwant?Besidescomingbacktolife,Imean?”

Afteramoment,themummyliftshisdried,bonyhandtohisfaceandstrokeshischeek.Afewprunelikefingersjutoutfrombeneathhisbandages.

“I…want…to…look…younger,”themummywhispers.“My…skin…is…so…dry.”

Younger?youthink.Ishenuts?

Yes.

Buthey!ThisisCalifornia,right?Everyonewantstolookyoungerhere!

There’sonlyoneproblem.Howcanyoumakeafour-thousand-year-oldmummylookyounger?

FindoutonPAGE11.

Whatisthisplace?youwonder.Itsuredoesn’tlooklikethebasementofamodernskyscraper.

Whydon’tyouseeanybigbasementequipment,likeboilersandfurnacesandthings?

Where’sthejanitor,anyway?

Thesoundofyourfootstepsbouncesoffthestonewalls.Theechomakesthebackofyournecktingle.

Thehallwaynarrows.Youduckinsomeplacestoavoidbangingintotheceiling.Thepathtwistsandturns,sometimesslopingup,sometimesdown.

There’sbarelyenoughlightforyoutosee.Youworrythatyouwon’tfindyourwayback.

Maybethisisamistake….

Butyoukeepgoing.Exceptfortheeeriesilenceandthedarkness,thisplaceiscool.You’retoocurioustoturnbacknow.Youcometoasmalltunnelleadingofftotheright.Itseemstoslopeup.

Asetofstonestepsleadsdownontheleft.

Whichway?

Ifyoutakethetunnel,turntoPAGE70.

Ifyoutakethesteps,turntoPAGE83.

Youdecidetopushthemummyoffthetower.Itcouldbeyouronlyhopeofreturningtonormal.Ifheisdestroyed,maybethespellwillbebroken!

“Solong,creep!”youshoutasyoulungeforwardandgivehimahardshove.

“Aaahhghhhgh!”themummycriesashefallsovertheguardrail.Hescreamsthewholewaydown.

Down…

Down.

Hehitsthegroundwithadull,smackingsound.NotaTHUD,really.MorelikeaCRACK.

“Way…to…go!”Derekcries,slowlyliftinghiswrappedarmstogiveyouhighfives.

“Yeah…”yousay,tryingtosmile.Butyourfacefeelsfrozen,evenstifferthanbefore.

Uh-oh.

GotoPAGE100.

You’llhideassoonasyougetabetterlookatthosebandages!

Yourhandshakesasyoubenddowntopickupalongpieceofcloth.It’ssooldandthinandgauzy.

Canthisreallybeabandagethatwrappedupthemummy?

Almostinatrance,youstareattheancientfabricinyourhands.Youreyesglazeover.Allyoucanthinkaboutisthemummy…

Outthere…somewhere…alive.

Whenyousnapoutofthedaydream,youhearthefootstepsagain.Youglanceupandpeerintothedarkcornersofthelobby.

Youspotashadowmoving.

Uh-oh!Timetohide!Youtrytodropthecloth,butforsomereason,youcan’tseemtoletgo.Youglancedownandgasp!

Somehow,thebandagehaswrappeditselfaroundyourhand!

Andaroundyourarm.

It’swrappingupyourwholebody!

TurntoPAGE69.

Nope.Youhaven’tlostthem.

Twoguysarestillfollowingyou.Ondonkeys.Youcanseethemclearlynow.Oneofthemisdressedinablacksuit,blackshirt,andwhitetie.LikeanAmericangangster.Theotheriswearingalong,Arab-stylerobe.

Whatdotheywant?Whywon’ttheyleaveyoualone?

Youridedeeperintothedesert,tryingtoescape.

Thehotsunbearsdownonyou.Butasnightfalls,thetemperaturedropstotwentydegrees.Youshiverandyourteethchatter.Butyoukeepriding.

“Giveup!”theArabmancallstoyoufromhisdonkey.

“Never,”youshoutback.“Never!”

“Youaskedforit,”theAmericangangsteryells.

Withthat,heridesupbesideyourcamel,leapsatyou,andknocksyoutotheground.Thenhegrabsthelead-ropeforyourcamel,climbsbackontohisdonkey,andridesoff.

Leavingyouforthebuzzards.

Allthatforacamel?That’salltheywanted?Youneverknewthatcamelsweresovaluable!Guessnowyoudo.Nowthatyou’restuckwithoutoneinthemiddleofthedesert.

You’vebeenrippedofftwicetoday.Don’tyouthinkthat’senough?Maybeyoushouldjuststartover.Andkeepyoureyesopenthistime!

THEEND

Youstumbleasthemummydragsyoudownthehotelhallway.Heleadsyououtasideserviceentrance.

Fogfloatsinthedarkness,justabovethestreetlamps.Thebackalleyisempty,exceptforaratthatscampersawaywhenithearsyoucoming.

Onceyou’reoutside,youfigureit’stimetomakeabreakforit.“Letmego!”youcry.Youtrytopullawayfromthemummy,butyoucan’t.Hisholdonyourwristispowerful.Hisgripislikeasteelvise.

“Come…on…”heraspsinhisbreathywhisper.“We’ve…got…to…hurry.”

Hurry?Where?

Quickly,themummybringsyoubacktothePyramidBuilding.Nooneseesyousneakbackintothelobbyofthebuilding.Noteventheguard,whoisstillasleep.

Silently,themummypullsyoutowardthesarcophagusthatwashisrestingplaceforfourthousandyears.Shatteredglassisstillscatteredallaround.

“Get…in!”themummyordersyou,pointingtoit.

Getin?Intoasarcophagus?

Ifyougetinthemummycase,turntoPAGE68.

Ifyoutrytoescapeagain,turntoPAGE21.

YoudecidetoaskIllinoisSmithforhelp.

Whynot?He’salwaysfiguringoutancientcursesandtranslatingforeignlanguagesandthingslikethatinhismovies.

“Uh,excuseme,”yousay,walkinguptoSmith.

Actually,hisrealname’snotSmith.That’sjusthischaracter’sname.Butyoucan’trememberhisrealname.

“Yeah?”hesays,glancingatyoufromunderhisfamousbrownhat.

Youhandhimthestrangethinpagesofthemummy’sdiary.“Uh,Iwaswonderingifyoucould—”

Butbeforeyoucanfinishyoursentence,Smithgrabsthediaryoutofyourhands.“Sure,kid,”hesays.“Anytime.”

Thenhepullsoutabig,fat,felt-tippedmarkerandscrawlsanautographacrossthepage,completelyblottingouttheancientwritingunderneath!

Didyoureallythinkamoviestarwasgoingtodecipherhieroglyphicsforyou?

Really?

Well,decipherthis:Ha.Ha-ha-ha.Hah-hah-hah-hah!

THEEND

Suddenly,youhearthetrunkofthecaropen.Someone’sliftingyouout!Yourstiffmummifiedbodyslidesforwardinthewoodensarcophagus.Youbumpyourhead.

Ow!youthink.

“Hurryup!”Georgewhispersloudly.“Theboat’sabouttoleave!Helpmegetthisheavycoffinonboard.”

Onboard!youthink.Wherearetheytakingme?

BUMP.SLAM.OOOMPH.

Yourbodycrashesagainstthewallsofthemummycase,slappingfirsttoonesideandthentheother.Owwww…

Suddenly,youbegintofeeldizzy.Light-headed.Strangeallover.What’sgoingon?

Maybeallthisslammingaroundisgettingtome,youthink.

“Putitdownthere,”adeepvoicesuddenlycommands.“Let’sseethislivingmummyyou’vetoldmeabout.”

It’sanewvoice.Someoneyouhaven’theardbefore.

KA-BUMP.Thetwoguardsdropthesarcophaguswithaheavythud.Thensomeoneliftsthelidandpeersinside.Lightstreamsinonyou.

“Hey!What’shappeningtohim?”themanwiththedeepvoicecries.“Hesmellsrotten!”

TurntoPAGE13.

YoupresstheUPbuttonfivemoretimes.FinallyyouhearthefamiliarDING—thesoundthatmeanstheelevatorhasarrived.Thedoorsopen.

Oh,no!

Ascreamrisesinyourthroat.Butitneverescapes.

Andneitherwillyou.

There,standingintheelevator,isyouroldfriend,themummy.

Yourveryoldfriend.

Themummywasmadwhenyoustolehisdiary.Butthatwasnothingcomparedwithhowhefeelsnow.Hehatestrespassers.Andyoudaredtoenterhissacredburialchamber.Uninvited.

Yourvisittohistombisabouttocometoaveryunpleasantend.Andsoareyou.

Whenthemummyisdonewithyou,you’regoingtoneedallthosemummybandages!

THEEND

Withahorribleclatterofplates,glasses,andsilverware,thehotelroom-servicewaitercrashestothefloor.

Whimpering,hegazesatyoufromthefloorwithabowlofstrawberryicecreammeltingonhischest.Piecesofclubsandwichdecoratehisshoulders.Abigblobofmayonnaisedripsfromhisear.

“Whatdidyoudothatfor?”heasks,moaninginpain.

Youglanceathisrightarm.It’swrappedupinbandages.

“Oops,”yousay.Yougulp.Yourfaceturnsbrightred.“Ithoughtyouwereamummy.”

“Amummy?”thewaiterrepeats.Heshakeshishead.“Man,thishasn’tbeenmyday.First,Icutmyhandandnowthis!”Hemoansagain.“Ohhhhhh.Ithinkmylegisbroken.”

“What’sgoingon?”yourmotherdemandsfromthebedroomdoor.

“It—itwasanaccident,Mom,”yousputter.

Thenyoustartapologizing—fast.Toyourparents.Tothewaiter.Toyourparents,again.AndeventoSusie,forwakingherup.Everybody’smadatyou.Everybodyexceptforoneperson.Derek.Andhecan’tstoplaughing.

TurntoPAGE34tofindoutwhy.

Anancientsmileyface?That’sagoodone!Youdecideit’sabunchofbirdssittingaroundacampfire.Theylooklikethey’rehavingagoodtime,too.

Butwhatdoesitmean?youwonder.Nobody’stheretoansweryou.

Sandswirlsaroundyou.Yourthroatissohotanddry,youcanhardlyswallow.Youhavetofindsomewater.

Thebestyoucandoiskeepwalking.Andsoyoudo.Youwalkandwalkandwalk.

Twentyminutes.Thirty.Stillnowater.

Butthenyouseesomethingelse.Somethingyourecognize.

TheSphinx!Ahugestonemonumentinthedesert,nearthepyramids.TheSphinxhasthebodyofalion,withahumanhead.

Eagerly,yourunthelastfewhundredfeettothestonemonument.Hetowersoveryou,morethansixtyfeettall.

Wow,youthink,gazingupattheSphinx.There’ssomethingeerieandmysteriousabouthim.Helooksasifheknowsasecretandwon’ttell.

Suddenly,youhearavoice.Ahugeboomingvoice,comingfromthegiantstatue.

“Goback,”theSphinxcommandsyou.“Youmustnottrespassonthegravesofkings!”

TurntoPAGE119.

Tenminutesgoby.Twenty.

Youstandinthestoragecloset.Hiding.Waitingforsomeonetofindyou.

Butwhowillitbe?

Youhatethispart.Itfeelstoomuchlikeplayinghide-and-seek.Waitingtobecaught.

Suddenly,youhearfootstepsinthehall.Quietfootsteps.

Youholdyourbreath.

Thefootstepsstoprightoutsidethestorageclosetdoor.

Silence.

Whydoesn’thecomein?youwonder.What’shewaitingfor?

IsitDerek?

Youdon’tdareopenthedoor.Whatifit’snotDerek?Whatifit’ssomeoneelse?

Silence.

Finallyyoustarttoreachforthedoorknob.Beforeyoutouchit,itturnsbyitself.Thedoorswingsopen.

No!

You—yourbody,yourface—you’restandingoutinthehall!

Butitisn’tyou.It’sthemummy,insideyourbody.

Quickly,hereachesoutandgrabsyoubytheneck!

TurntoPAGE42.

Yourhandtremblesasyouturnpageafterpage.They’reallthesame.Allhieroglyphs!

Terrorgripsyourheart.Howcanthediarybewritteninhieroglyphics?Haveyousomehowgonebackintime?Ontopofeverythingelse?

Youglancearoundandseesomepeopleinmodernclothes.

Okay,youreassureyourself.AtleastI’mstillinthepresent.

Youmaystillhaveachanceatgettingbackhome.

Andyouwanttogetthererightnow!

Youturnsharplyandheadbacktowardthesteps.ButayoungEgyptianmaninalong,whiterobeblocksyourway.Hehassmooth,tanskin,blackhair,andsparklingbrowneyes.Younoticehe’swearingabadge.Hemustbesomekindofsecurityguard.

“Noentrance,”hesaysinEnglish.

“ButIjustcameoutofthere!”yousputter.

“Noentrance,”hesays.“TheGreatPyramidisnotopen.”

TurntoPAGE128.

YoudecideDerekisright.Youcan’tletthemummyhavethediary.Itseemsreallycreepytofoolaroundwithmagic,especiallymagicthatbringssomeonebacktolifewho’sbeendeadfourthousandyears!

“Nodeal,”youtellthemummy.Then,justtobesurehedoesn’tgrabthediaryawayfromyou,youripittoshreds.

Hestaresatyouwithhisholloweyesockets.Itgivesyouchills.

Uh-oh.Nowhe’smad.Reallymad.

“Then…I…must…seek…my…revenge,”themummysays,lettingeachwordescapebetweenwheezingbreaths.

Themummy’shanddartsout.Hegrabsyourwrist.He’sunbelievablystrong!

“You…must…come…with…me,”hesays,draggingyoutowardthehall.“Or…”

Or?Youhaveachoice?

“Or…let…me…have…that…child.”

Withthelastword,themummyletsgoofyourwristandpointstoyourlittlesisterwho’sstillasleeponthecouch.

Hmmm…

ShouldyougowiththemummyonPAGE6?

OrshouldyouletthemummytakeSusieonPAGE64?

Yourheartpoundsfasterandfaster.Thediarywastrue!Buthow?Howcananancientmummycomebacktolife?

Themummyistallerthanyouhadexpected.Andbulkier,too.Infact,heseemstobeaboutsixfeetfive,andhe’sbuiltmorelikeafootballplayerthanadeadking.

Hecouldflattenmewithonehand,youthink.

SCRAPE…SCRAPE…

He’scomingcloser.

SCRAPE…SCRAPE…

He’sbiggerthanhismummycase,yourealize.Buthowcanthatbe?Didhegrowlargerwhenhecamebacktolife?

Betterstopwonderingandstartworrying!You’vebeensofascinatedbythemummy,youforgotthatifyoucanseehim,hecanprobablyseeyou!

Youpopyourheadbackbehindthepillar.

Nowwhat?

Youarehidingfromahuge,livingmummyinthemiddleofthenightwithnoonearoundtohelpyou.Runningawayseemslikeanexcellentidea.

Butassoonasyoutakeasteppastthepillar,twobandagedhandswraparoundyourthroat!

TurntoPAGE78.

Twothousanddollars?Foranoldbookyoufoundonthefloor?Thatsoundsgreattoyou!

“It’sadeal,then,”Webdeclares,hiseyestwinkling.“Ionlyhaveonehundreddollarsonmenow.ButIcangettherestbythisafternoon.”

Hepullsahundreddollarsoutofhispocketandhandsittoyou.Youlikethisguy!

“MeetmeintheMouski—theoldshoppingbazaar—intwohours.I’llgiveyoutherestofthemoneythen.Andinthemeantime,I’lltakethediarywithmeforsafe-keeping.”

“Uh,Idon’tknowaboutthat,”youstarttosay.Butbeforeyoucanstophim,Webgrabsthediaryandslipsitintohisbriefcase.Thenhequicklywalksoutofthecaféanddisappearsintothecrowd.

Hedoesn’tevenwaitforthelemonade.

TurntoPAGE74.

“Takeher—notme!”youshout.

What?

You’regoingtoletarevenge-crazedmummytakeyourinnocentlittlesisteraway?Justtosaveyourself?

Whatkindofcreepareyou?Youshouldbeashamed!

“You…are…a…jerk,”themummywhispersatyouashecarriesSusieoutthedoor.

See?Eventhemummythinksyoudidthewrongthing!

“Ah,whocares?”Dereksayswhenthey’regone.“Shewasalittlepestanyway.”

Yeah,maybe.Butguesswhat?Yourlittlepestofasisterwassmarterthanyouthought.Shewasonlypretendingtobeasleep.Whenyouweren’tlooking,shegrabbedthepiecesofthemummy’sdiaryrightoutfromunderyou.Sheslippedthemunderhernightgownandtookthemwithher.Thenshehelpedthemummytapeitbacktogetherandfigureouthowtocomebacktolife.

Andguesswhatelse?Oncethemummywashumanagain,hebecamefamous.SodidSusie.Andhewassogratefultoherthatheshoweredherwithgifts,jewels,andasmallkingdom.Nottomentionherbigmotion-picturedealinHollywood.

Andshe’snotevengoingtoletyouplayyourselfinthemovie.Sothere!

THEEND

Thelightfromyourtorchisdwindling.It’sgoingtoburnoutsoon.

Quick!Memorizethemapandthepathyouneedtotaketoreachtheelevator.Remember—you’reinthetombrightnow.Whenyoucomeoutofthetomb,you’llneedtomakeachoiceatthefirstforkinthepassageway.

Whichway?Rightorleft?

Thenyou’llhavetomakethreemorechoicesatforksorcrossroads.

Rightorleft?

Don’tworryabouttheplaceswherethehallwaysimplybendsorturns.You’lljustfollowitthen.Youronlyproblemischoosingwhattodowhenyoureachaforkinthepath.

You’vegottomemorizeallthreechoices,becausewhenthetorchburnsout,you’llbewalkinginthedark.

Sodoitnow.

Whichwaytotheelevatorfromthetomb?

Shouldyougoleft,thenright,thenright,thenstraight?Ifso,turntoPAGE127.

Orshouldyougoleft,thenright,thenleft,thenright?Ifso,turntoPAGE109.

Standinginthedoorwayinfrontofyouisthemostterrifyingthingyou’veeverseeninyourlife.

You!

Atleast,itlookslikeyou.Youknowthatit’sreallythemummy.Hestoleyourbody,andnowhe’slivinginyourhotelroom.Andwearingyourclothes!

Helooksreallystupidinyourpajamas,too.

Themummy—thekidwholookslikeyou—laughsinyourface.

Thenheslamsthedoor.Anddoublelocksit.

Hey!youtrytoshout.Butnosoundcomesout.

That’swhenyourealize—

Youcan’tspeak!

TurntoPAGE75.

Youflipacoin.Itcomesupheads.

Oritwouldhavecomeupheads.Unfortunately,thecointhatGeorgeflippedwasoneofthosetrickytwo-sidedcoins.Bothsidesweretails.Itdidn’thavea“heads”side!

Ofcourse!That’swhyhewassoeagertoflipacoininthefirstplace!

Whichmeansyou’reoutofluck.

Ifyouwanttocontinuereadingthisstory,keepflippingacoinuntilitcomesuptails.

ThenturntoPAGE17.

Yourthroattightensinterrorasthemummypointstohissarcophagusandrepeatsthewords.

“Get…in.”

Nowaydoyouwanttodoit.Liedowninamustyoldbox?Whereamummylaydeadforcenturies?Whereyoumaybelockedforeternity?Thethoughtishorrifying.

Butwhatchoicedoyouhave?Derekisn’tgoingtoshowupnow.He’sstillbackatthehotel,frozenstiff.Frozenbysomeancientmagicthemummyused.

IfIdon’tgetin,themummywillpointhisfingerandfreezeme,too,youthink.

Youliftonelegandthentheother,climbingintothesmall,gold-encrustedwoodenbox.Themummycaseiscarvedintheshapeofahumanbeing.

Ashiverrunsthroughyouasyouliedown.Howcomeyoufitsosnuglyintothemummysarcophagus?Howcomeitfeelsasifitweremadejustforyou?Isthismoremummymagic?

Andhowlongwillyouhavetostayinthere?Willyoubeabletobreathe?Isthemummygoingtoburyyoualive?

Themummyliftstheheavywoodenlidandbeginstolowerit.Inaninstant,youwillbesealedinsidethisairlessbox—possiblyforever!You’vegottodosomething!

TurntoPAGE72.

Terrified,youclawthebandageswithbothhands.Youtearatthem,tryingtopullthemawayfromyourarms,yourneck…

Butbynowyourhandsarewrappedup.Bothofthem.It’sasifyou’rewearinggauzemittens.Youcan’tgripthecloth.Theharderyoutrytopullthebandagesaway,themoretightlytheyencircleyou.

Yougazedownatyourlegs.Oh,no!They’rewrappedup,too.Infact,yourwholebodyiscompletelybandaged.

Likeamummy!

No!youwanttoscream.Butthesoundwon’tcomeout.

Thenyouhearascufflingsoundagain.Aninstantlater,afigurestepsoutoftheshadows.

Yougaspandstumbleback.

It’sthemummy!

Youstareinhorrorathisbrownandleathery,dried,shrunkenbody.

Thenhestartstowalktowardyou.

FindoutwhathewantsonPAGE82.

Youdecidetoexplorethetunnel.Youstepintoitandstarttoclimbupitsgentleslope.

Almostimmediately,youfeeladraft.There’saweirdchillintheair.Whereisitcomingfrom?Maybethetunnelleadsdirectlyoutside,youthink.

Butthenthetunneltwistssharplyandstartsslopingdownward.

Youkeepwalkingeventhoughthelightisgettingdimmer.You’vegonethisfar.Mightaswelldiscoverwhereitleads.

Afewmorestepsdownwardand—ouch!—yourshouldersscrapeagainstthewalls.

Thetunnel’sgettingevennarrower,younotice.Infact,soonenoughthetunnelissonarrow,youhavetoturnsidewaystofitthrough.

Andwhat’sthatfunnysmell?Itsmellslikeburningrubberorsomething.Itmakesyournosetingleandyourthroatfeeltight.

Suddenly,exploringdoesn’tseemlikesuchagoodidea.Infact,you’rebeginningtothinkit’sallabigmistake.

Butyouhatetochickenoutofanadventure.Andhowdangerouscanthebasementofanofficebuildingbe?

Ifyoukeepgoing,turntoPAGE93.

Ifyouturnback,scurrytothestonestepsonPAGE83.

Theofficerplacesyourdadinhandcuffs!Yourfamilyjuststandstherelookingstunned.

“Youpeoplemustbecrazy!”onepolicemansays.“VandalizingapricelessEgyptianexhibitlikethat.Wegotacallearliertonightaboutastolenmummy,butIdidn’tthinkwe’dfinditthisfast!”

Yourlittlesisterstartstocry.

Derekshouts,“Wait!Wait!You’remakingamistake!”

Buttheweirdestpartofitalliswhatthemummydoes.Hestartstolaugh!

It’sasifhecan’thelpit.Helaughsandlaughsandlaughs.Hecan’tstop.Anditdoesn’tsoundlikeyourlaugh,either.It’smorelikeanevilcackle!Eventhepolicemenlookathimstrangely.

Yourmomlooksdownatyoulyingstillonthefloor.Andshesmiles!Shesmilesrightatyou.

Youstandupwithastartandrunbehindher.

Theofficersbothgasp!Onereachesforhisgun!Butyourmomgrabshisarmwithherhandandstopshim.

“Don’tyoudare!”sheshouts.“That’smyboyyou’reafter!”

Nowit’sthemummy’sturntolookstunned.Yourmomrecognizesyou!Andthat’swhenyoufinallyknowyou’reinforahappy

ENDING

“Help!”youcryout,tryingtowaketheguard.“Someone—helpme!”

Themummy’sdeadeyesocketsstareatyoucoldlyashestartstobringthelidintoplace.

“Wait!”youcry.“Icanhelpyou.”Yourmindraceswithideas,tryingtothinkofsomeway—anyway—tosaveyourself.Thenithitsyou.

“Evenwithoutthediary,Icanbringyoubacktolife,”yousay.

Forthelongestmoment,themummyjuststares.Hiswheezingbreathsaretheonlysoundsthatechointhemarblelobby.Willhebelieveyou?

“You…can?”hefinallyasks.

“Yes!”youdeclarefirmly.

Well,youcanononecondition.Ifyou’vereadtheGOOSEBUMPSbookReturnoftheMummy—andifyoucanrememberthesecretchantthatbroughtthatmummybacktolife!

Thinkhard.Yourlifedependsonit!

Ifyouthinkitwas“KlaatuBaradaNikto,”turntoPAGE32.

Ifyouthinkitwas“TekiKahruTekiKahraTekiKhari,”turntoPAGE37.

Yourheartstartstopound.Youdon’twanttogointothetombfirst.You’renotevensureyouwanttogoinatall.

“Uh,whyarewedoingthisagain?”youaskMohammed.“Remindme.”

Mohammedbringshisfaceveryclosetoyours,nosetonose.

“Becauseifyoudon’t,”hesays,“themummywillrisefromhiscoffininSanFranciscoandstalkyou,dayandnight.Everywhereyouturn,you’llseehiswrinkledskin,hishollow,screamingeyes.You’llhearechoesofthetorturedcrieshescreamedasthehighpriestesswrappedhiminbandagesandburiedhimalive.He’llhauntyourdaydreams,too.Andfillyournightmares.Youwon’tbeabletothinkasinglethoughtwithoutpicturinghiminhismomentofdeath.You’llknowhisagonywhen—”

“Okay!Okay!That’senough!”yousay,suddenlyinterruptinghim.“Whatdoyouwantmetodo?”

“Goin,”Mohammedsays,andhepointstothetomb.

EnterthetombonPAGE15.

Twohourslater,youtakeataxitotheMouski.It’sanancientpartofCairo—anopen-airbazaarfilledwithtradersandcraftsmensellinggold,gems,silk,spices,andperfume.

HowisWebgoingtofindyouinthiscrowd?youwonder.

Youwait,growinghotterandmorenervouseveryminute.Youdidn’tlikethewayWebdisappearedwiththediaryearlier.Andyoudon’tlikethewaythehighEgyptiansunbeatsdownonyou.

Onehour…twohours…

Bylateafternoon,thetruthsinksin.You’vebeensetup.Web’snotcoming.Hestoleyourdiaryandthiswhole“meet-me-in-the-bazaar”thingwasatrick!

Bummer.

Well,atleastyoumadeahundreddollarsoutofthedeal.Thatwillcertainlypayforacallhome.Youglancearoundtryingtofigureoutwhereyoucanmakeaninternationalphonecall.Suddenly,anArabmanapproachesyou,leadingacamel.

“Here,”hemuttersinalowvoicewithathickaccent.“Takethiscamelandgo!Yourlifeisingreatdanger!”

HurrytoPAGE39.

Foramoment,youstandinthehallwayjuststaringatthelockeddoor.

Locked.

Lockedoutofyourhotelroom.

Lockedawayfromyourfamily.

Lockedoutofyourownlife.

Andnooneevenknowsit!yourealize.Yourfamilyprobablythinksthemummyisyou!

Whynot?Helookslikeyou….

No!youwanttocry.Youcan’tstealmylifethatway!

Butyourmouthwon’tmakeasound.

Suddenly,youhearanoise.Theelevator.Someone’scoming.

Yourheartpoundsfaster.

Don’tletanyoneseeme,youthink.Please.

Quick—hideonPAGE10.

“Whathaveyoudonetomybrother?”youshriek.

Themummydoesn’tansweryou.Hesimplytakesanotherwheezingbreath.

Terrified,youstruggletoliftyourhandstoyourface.Youcanbarelymove.Youwanttoscreamagainwhenyouseeyourfingers.They’rebony,brown,shriveled,anddry—justlikethemummy’s.JustlikeDerek’s.

Finally,youtouchyourowncheeksandfeelforyoureyes.Yourfingersprobethespotswhereyoureyesusedtobe.

“NO!”youscreamasyouplungeyourfingersintothedeep,emptyholesofyoureyesockets.

Youreyesaregone!

Buthowcanthatbe?youwonder.Youcanstillsee.

Butbeforeyoucanspeakagain,thewholeworldseemstogoblack.Suddenly,youcanseenothing.Hearnothing.Feelnothing—exceptaterribledizzyingwhirl.

TurntoPAGE107.

Nooooooo!Unwrappingthebandagesdidn’twork!You’restillamummy.

Yourscreamsaresoloud,theyawakenthesleepingguard.Theonewho’sbeensnoringathisdeskuntilnow.

Startled,hewhipsaroundandlumbersovertowhereyou’restanding.

“Yeowww-sa!”theguardcriesout.“Whatthe—?”

Theguardisapot-belliedguywithredveinsonhisnose.

Instantly,hereachestowardthesideofhisbelt,totheplacewhereaholsterwouldbe.

No,youthink.Pleasedon’tshootme.Idon’twanttodie!

Youstarttoduck.Buthepullsoutawalkie-talkieinsteadofagun.Hepushesthebuttonandspeaksintoit.

“George?Comequick!We’vegottrouble!”theguardshouts.

Thenhemovestowardyou.Helookskindofscared.Heraiseshisfists.

Nowait!youtrytosay.I’mjustakid!

Yourlipsformthewordsbutyourvoicedoesn’twork.Nosoundcomesout.

Youcan’ttalk!

GoontoPAGE113.

“Don’t!”youcryout,althoughthemummyisnearlychokingyouandyoucanhardlybreathe.Thesoundofyourvoiceismuffled,tiny.Notevenloudenoughtowaketheguard.

Themummyliftsyouoffthegroundbythethroat.Youclutchathisbandagedhands,tryingtopullthemoffyourneck.Hisgriprelaxesjustenoughtoallowyoutobreathe.

Buthedoesn’tletgo.

Youstareintohiseyes.Theyseemhollow,empty.Dead.

Thenheopenshismouth.

Ishegoingtospeak?

Whatwilltheancientkingsaytoyou?

FindoutonPAGE121.

Youdecidetotakethepassagewaytotheright.

Attheendofthehall,youcometoalarge,squareburialchamber.Inside,bythelightfromMohammed’storch,youseeastoneplatformwherethemummy’scoffinoncerested.NowthemummyisinSanFrancisco,ondisplay.ButotherspecialobjectsthatoncebelongedtoKingButhramamanarestillthere.

“Sothisisthemummy’stomb?”youaskquietly.

Mohammednods.

“Hey—what’sthat?”youask.Youspotahingedwoodenboxshapedlikeaserpentandpaintedgold.

“Thatiswherethediarybelongs,”Mohammedsays.“Placeitthere.”

He’sright.Thediaryfitsintheboxperfectly.

“NowImustleaveyou,”Mohammedsays.“Itisforbiddenformetostayintheking’stomb.ButIgiveyouthismapandasmalltorch.”Hehandsthemtoyou.“Thelightshouldlastlongenoughforyoutostudythemap.Ifyoumaketherightchoices,youwillfindyourwaybackthroughthemysticalportaltoyourland.Itwasthemummy’smagicthatbroughtyouhere,andthesamemagiccantakeyouback.Goodluck.”

“Wait!”youcry.

Butyouaretoolate.Mohammedhasboltedfromthechamber.

TurntoPAGE108.

Thepolice?Yourparentsarecallingthepolice—tohavethemtakeyouaway?

Yourheartraces,panickedatthethought.

Youknowwhat’sgoingtohappennext.Abunchofmuseumguyswilldragyouawayandstudyyou.Orscientistsfromthegovernment.They’lllockyouup.Stickthingsinyou.Maybeevencutyouopen!

Mom!Dad!yousilentlycry.Don’tyouknowit’sme?

Suddenly,yougetanidea.

Yourelaxyourarmsandplaydead.Reallydead,likeamummyissupposedtobe.

Everymuscleinyourbodygoeslimp.

Youjustlieperfectlystillonthefloor,hardlybreathing.

Thepoliceburstthroughthedoorafewmomentslater.Theyfindanormal-lookingfamilyhuddledaroundamotionlessEgyptianmummy.

“Alivingmummy!Yeah,that’sanewone,”youhearoneoftheofficerssay.“Doeshelookalivetoyou?”

Theotherofficerchuckles.“Yeah,I’veheardsomegoodonesinmytime,butthat’safirst.”Thenheadds,“Allright,put’emup!”

Thepolicemaniswalkingtowardyourdadwithhandcuffs!

TurntoPAGE71.

Forgethim,youdecide.He’sjustamoviecharacter.Whatwouldheknowabouthieroglyphicsinreallife?

Besides,beyondthemoviesetyouseeacateringtruck!

They’dhavesomethingtodrink!

Amomentlateryou’resittingintheshadeofoneofthepyramidswithacool,refreshingbottleofcola.

Youpullthediaryoutofyourpocketagainandstudythepicturesinthebook.

There’sthepagewiththebirds,PAGE7.Andthere’sanotherwithfish.Younoticethateachofthepageshasone,two,orthreestarsinthecorner.

Oneoftheextrasfromthefilmsitsdownnexttoyou.Hepeersoveryourshoulder,noticingtheancient-lookingbookinyourhand.

“Hey,”hesays,pointingtothepagewithbirdsonit.“Thatrestaurant’sstillindowntownCairo.Pete’sChickenGrill.Bestplaceintown.”

Restaurant?ChickenGrill?What’shetalkingabout?

Thenitdawnsonyou.Thepicturesofbirdsandfish.Thestarsinthecorner.Thediaryisarestaurantguide!Who’dhavethoughtButhramamanwasreallytheworld’sfirstrestaurantcritic!

Oh,well,don’tfeelbad.You’vesolvedthemysteryofthemummy’sdiary.Andnowyouknowwheretogetagoodmeal.

THEEND

Thiscan’tbehappening!yourbrainscreams.Thediarycan’tbetrue!Amummycan’tcomebacktolife.Notafterbeingdeadforfourthousandyears.

Butheis!Andheisheadedstraighttowardyou!

Hisnoseisapointedbumponhishard,brown-leatherface.Hiseyesocketshavenoeyeballs.They’rejustbig,gapingpits.Hismouthisopeninahideoushalf-smile,half-scream.

He’ssotiny,youthink.Aboutyourheight,butmuchthinner.Bonier.Sohorrible,butsosmall.

Forjustaninstant,youfeelsorryforhim.

Untilyourealizehe’scomingcloser…closer…

Beforeyouknowit,hereachesoutandtouchesyourface.

Asuddenjoltflowsthroughyou—likeanelectricalshock.Thenthemummypullshishandaway.Yourheartnearlystopsasyouwatchwhat’shappening.

Themummybeginstotransform.

Intoyou!

TrytostoptremblingasyouturntoPAGE94.

Youdecidetotakethestonestepstotheleft.Thenarrowtunnelgivesyouthecreeps.

Afterafewstepsdown,thestairslevelout.Youseeanothersetofstepsleadingupward.Youstarttoclimbagain.

Yourfeetscrapeacrosssomethinggrittyonthefloor.Youglancedownandseesand.

Sand?

Definitelyweird,youthinkasyoureachanotherstonelanding.Youfeelasifyou’vebeenclimbingupanddownfordays.Youstretchyourlegs,andthencontinueupthestairs.

Wheredothestepscomeout?youwonder.AbackexitfromthePyramidBuilding?Dotheyleadintoanotherbuilding?

Ahotbreezerufflesyourhairasyounearthetopofthesteps.

That’sodd,youthink.Itwaschillythismorning.AndtheweatherpersononTVpredictedrain.

Finally,youreachthetop.Youwalkoutsideandsquintasyoureyesadjusttothebrilliantsun.

“Huh?”Yourmouthdropsopenasyougazeatthesceneinfrontofyou.

Sand?Camels?Pyramids?Desert?

Isthis—?No,itcan’tbe.AreyouinEgypt?

TurntoPAGE95.

Themummy’sangryvoiceterrifiesyou.

“Close…the…lid!”heshouts,hisvoicebooming.

Shaking,youdoashesays,shuttinghimintothemummycase.Thenyoubegintorecitetheancientwords.

“TekiKahruTekiKahraTekiKhari,”yousay,yourvoicetrembling.That’sone.“TekiKahruTekiKahraTekiKhari.”

That’stwo.

Yousayitathirdtime.Butnowyourvoiceissteadier.Youconcentratehard,makingsurethewordsarerecitedintherightorder.“TekiKahruTekiKahraTekiKhari.”

Thenafourth.“TekiKahruTekiKahraTekiKhari.”

Youtakeadeepbreath.Onemoretimeandthemummywillcomebacktolife.Youhesitateandswallowhard.

DoIreallywanttodothis?youwonder.WhataboutDerek’swarning?Whataboutnotplayingaroundwithdeadpeople?Whynotjustwalkawayandleavethemummylyingthere,trappedagaininhisclosedcase?

ThinkaboutitasyouturntoPAGE25.

Youtakeasipofthelemonade.

Areyounuts?

Bluelemonade?Imean,comeon!Whoeverheardofbluelemonade?

Itcouldbepoison!Itcouldbesleepingpills!

Thisisterrible.Youshouldn’tbewanderinglooseinEgyptifyoucan’tbemorecarefulthanthat.

Well—noproblem.You’renotlooseinEgyptanymore.

You’reoutcold!

Becausewhateverwasinthatlemonadehasputyouinstantlytosleep.Andwhenyouwakeup,thediaryisgone.

Ofcourse,withoutthediary,youhavenobusinessbeinginthisbook.Socloseitimmediately.Andwhenyouopenitagain,trytobemorecareful.Please!

THEEND

“Reallllly?”theotherdoctorsaysslowly.“Alivingmummy?”Hestepsforwardandpeersatyouoverthetopofhisgoldwire-rimmedglasses.“Amazing!”

“Isurewouldliketoseewhat’sinsidethisguy,”thefemaledoctorsays.“Wouldn’tyou?”

Themaledoctornodsandgrins.“Wecouldmakealotofmoneyonthis,”hemutters.

Youdon’tlikethewaythesetwoarelookingatyou.There’ssomethingcreepyabouttheglintintheireyes.Andtheeagerexpressionsontheirfaces.

Andwhatdoesshemean—seewhat’sinside?Onething’sforsure:Itdoesn’tsoundgood!

Thefemaledoctortightenshergriponyourwrist.

Youglancebackouttothestreettoseeifthelimousineisgone.It’snot.

Whatareyougoingtodo?

Ifyoupullawayanddashoutintothestreet,turntoPAGE91.

Ifyoustayhiddeninthealcovewiththedoctors,turntoPAGE112.

Water,yousaytoyourself.Idesperatelyneedwater.

It’sallyoucanthinkabout.Ifthere’swaterinthatpit,thenyou’vegottogetdownthere.

So,movingasslowlyasyoucan,yousteppastthecroc.

Bigmistake.

Becausethecrocodilewassayingtohimself,Lunch.Idesperatelyneedlunch.

Toobadforyou.Nowater.Notreasure.Noescapefromthecroc.LookslikeButhramaman’streasureisfool’sgold.Andguesswhothefoolis?

THEEND

I’moutofhere,youdecide.Runningintoamummyoraguardwouldprobablybebadnews.

Youracethroughtherevolvingdooratthefrontofthelobby.Yourundownthedark,emptystreetstowardyourhotel.

Hey—arethosefootstepsbehindyou?

Youdon’tlookback.Youdon’twanttoknowifthemummyisbehindyou!

Finally,youreachyourhotelroomandslipinsidewithyourkey.

Phew,youthink.Safe.

Luckily,everyoneisstillasleep.Yourparents’doorisclosed,sotheydon’tevenhearyoucomein.

Theroomisreallyasuite.Yourparentsaresleepinginthebedroomandyou,Derek,andSusiehavethelivingroom.Athinbladeoflightstreamsintothelivingroomfromthebathroom.ThelightisleftonforSusie,whosnoresonthesofa.Derekisstretchedoutonacot.

Youtiptoepasthim,headingtowardyoursleepingbagonthefloor.

Suddenly,ahandreachesoutandgrabsyourarm!

TurntoPAGE131.

Marvinnodstowardthecorneroftheroom.Forthefirsttimeyoulookaround.You’reinahugemuseumstorageroom.Andthereareothermummies,too!Notfarfromyou.They’relyingontablesinthefarcorner.

“Theothersarealwayssayingthesamething,”Marvinexplains.“Pretendingtheyhavefamiliestogetto.Ican’tleavethemaloneforaminute.They’dtrytoescape.AndIwouldn’tbeaverygoodmuseumdirectorifIletallmymummiesgo,wouldI?”

What’shetalkingabout?Aretheothermummiesalive,too?Ishenotgoingtoletyougo?

“You’reanimportantartifactfromancientEgypt,”headds.“Amajoradditiontoourcollection.You’llunderstandifIhavetokeepyouunderlockandkey.”

He’scarryingyouovertoastoragelocker!Abigoneinthefarcorner.He’sputtingyouinit!Waitaminute.Youthoughthewasgoingtohelp!

Youmoveyourhandupanddownlikemad.Pretendingtowrite.Hopinghe’llgiveyouthepencilandpaperagain!

“Don’tworry,”headdsasheswingsthelockerdoorshut.“You’llgettoseeyourfamilyagainsomeday—we’llsendthemticketstotheexhibition!”

THEEND

Consultthispagesoyoucanstudythemap.ButturntoPAGE65.

Thesedoctorsarecreeps,youdecide.They’relookingatyouasifthey’vejustwonthelottery—andyou’retheprize!

You’vegottogetawayfromthem.Youyankyourwristhard.Youdashoutofthealcoveandbackontothesidewalk.

Luckily,thelimousinedriverdoesn’tseemtonoticeyou.Evenwithyourbandagestrailingbehindyou.

Thedoctorschaseyou,butyoumanagetoslipawayfromthem.Yousneakintoasidedoorofthehotelandtaketheelevatortothefourteenthfloor.Yourushtotheroomyousharewithyourfamily.

Thenyoureachforyourroomkey.Yourheartstartstopound.Oh,no!Youforgot.You’reamummy!Nopockets,noroomkey.

Youknockonthedoor.Whatelsecanyoudo?

Youhearfootstepsinsidetheroom.Good.Someone’scoming.

Butwho?

Youhopeit’syourolderbrother,Derek.Hecanbeajerksometimes,butusuallythetwoofyougetalong.

Youwrapyourfacebackupasbestyoucanandputyourhandonyourhip—tryingtolookcasual.

Thedoorswingsopen.

Whenyouseewho’sthere,ascreamrisesinyourthroat.

Who’satthedoor?FindoutonPAGE66.

Beforeyouknowit,Derekandyourdadrushforwardandgrabyourarms.Roughly,theywrestleyoutothefloor.

“No,Dad.It’sme!”youwanttoscream.

Butit’sSusiewhodoesthescreaming.Youglanceatyourmother,hopingthatatleastshewillrecognizeyou.Yourownmother!

Buthereyesgrowwidewithfear.ShereachesoutandyanksSusietowardher.Shehugsyourlittlesisterclosetoprotecther.Fromyou!

You’dneverhurtyourownsister!

Youstruggletogetup,butDereksitsonyourlegs.Yourdadholdsyourarms.

Youflailaroundandpullonearmfree—justforaninstant.Withagauzyfinger,youpointaccusinglyatthemummy.Thenyoupointatyourself,tappingyourownchest.Thenyoupointbackatthemummyagain.

Willtheygetit?Willyourparentsseewhatyou’retryingtotellthem?Thatthemummyisnotreallyyou?Andyouaren’treallythemummy?

Forjustaninstant,theyseemtounderstand.

GoontoPAGE102.

Hey—goodforyou!You’vegotagreatspiritofadventure.

There’sonlyonepitfallwiththatkindofattitude.Youneverknowwhenyou’regoingtostumbleintosomethingbad.

Didwesaypitfall?

Didwesaystumble?

Youtaketwomorestepsandyourfootsuddenlygetscaughtinasmallcrackinthefloor.Youstumbleforward—andfall.

“Aaahhhhh!”youscreamasyoufindyourselffalling.

Falling…falling…intoapitahundredfeetdeep!

Youfinallylandonthebottom.Atleastyoulandonsomethingsoft.Butthenyoustarttosink.

Thickwarmoozecoversyourbody,suckingyouunder.Theoozegrowswarmerandwarmer.Nowit’sburninghot,scorchingyourskin.

Yourealizetheoozeistar—burninghottar!

Youlearnedabouttarpitsinschool.That’swherearchaeologistsfoundtheremainsofcavemenanddinosaurs.Thehottarcoatsthebodyandpreservesthebones.

Congratulations!You’resaved…forthenextthousandyearsatleast!

THEEND

Themummy’sleatheryfacesoftensandthenfillsout.Hisdriedskinbecomesfleshyandalive.

Hey!That’syourface!Notonlythat,he’sevenwearingyourclothes!

Thenheturnsandrunsaway.

Yourfaceandbodystarttotingle.Something’shappening.Somethinghorrible!

Yougrabandclawatthebandagesthatwrapyoutightly.Underthebandages,youcanfeelyourfleshshrivelinganddrying—asifyou’vebeensittinginanovenforfourthousandyears.

It’sthebandages,yourealize.Thebandagesaredoingsomethingtoyourskin!

Younoticealooseendofclothdanglingfromalongbandage.Youyankitandtheclotharoundyourheadbeginstounwind.

Youhavetoseewhat’shappenedtoyou!Youracetowardtheelevators,franticallyunwrappingasyougo.Yougazeintothepolishedchromeelevatordoors.

No!

Yourheartpoundsinterrorwhenyouseeyourreflection.

Yourface!It’sbrownandleathery.Yourskinisdriedandshrunken.Yourmouthisagapinghole.

You’veturnedintothemummy!

TurntoPAGE103.

Noway,youthink,shakingyourhead.Thiscan’tbehappening.Itisn’treal.

HowcanIbeinEgypt?youwonder.How?

Staycalm,youtellyourselfoverandover.YoujustcameoutofthePyramidBuildinginSanFrancisco.IntheUnitedStatesofAmerica.Youcan’tbeinEgypt!

Butyouare.Youseethepyramidsandthecamels.Youhearthewindblowingacrossthedesert.Youfeelthesandinyoureyes.Youcanevensmellandtasteasweet,floweryfragranceintheair.

Youswallowhardandtrytofigureouthow…why…

Suddenly,ithitsyou.Thediary.Thismusthavesomethingtodowiththemummy’sdiary!

Youyanktheancientpagesoutfromunderyourshirtandopenthediaryagain.

Thewordsyoureadjustafewminutesagoaregone.

Instead,thewholediaryisfilledwithsymbolsandpictures.

Hieroglyphics!

GobacktoPAGE60.

“Iknowwhatyou’rethinking,”Dereksays.“It’sweirdthatthemummydisappearedlastnight,justlikeIwroteinthediary.Itmustbesomefreakycoincidence.”

“Yeah,”youagreeweakly.“Iguessso.”

Butyou’renotonehundredpercentsure.

Still,youfeelalotbetterknowingthatitwasallabigjoke,evenifyoudofeeldumb.Atleastthereisn’tanymadmummyafteryou,tryingtogetrevenge.

Youdoalotofgreatthingsfortherestofyourvacation.Yourideacablecar,thenvisitGoldenGatePark.YoueventakeaferrytoAlcatraz,theislandprison.

Itisn’tuntilyougetbackhomethatyoufinallyseetheheadlinesinthepaper:FBINABSMUMMY-NAPPERS,RESTORES4000-YEAR-OLDMUMMYTOSAN

FRANCISCOOFFICEBUILDING

Lookslikeyouweren’taloneinthePyramidBuildingthatnight,afterall.

THEEND

Hey—you’renofool.Youaren’tdrinkinganylemonade!

“What’swrong?”Websays.“Don’tyouwanttotryyourlemonade?I’msureit’smuchbetternowthatI’vesweeteneditforyou.”

Youshakeyourhead.“I’mnotthirsty,”youdeclare.

WebWooblyeyesyoucarefully.Thenheputsdowntheglass.Ahugesmilespreadsacrosshisface.

“Congratulations,”hesays.Hereachesintohisjacketpocketandpullsoutawallet.Whenheflipsitopen,youseehisIDcard.

“I’mfromtheFBI,”heexplains.“You’vepassedthetest.Goodjob!I’mhappytoinformyouthatyou’vebeenchosentobepartofasmallteamofkidswhoaregoingtohelpuscatchinternationalart-treasurethieves.”

“Huh?”yougrunt.Youfeeltotallyconfused.

“Youpassedthetest!”Webrepeats,gleefully.“Youdidn’tdrinkthatlemonade,whichshowsthatyouhavegoodsenseandgreatinstincts.Youalsohaveagoodheadfornegotiatingforvaluablearttreasures,Imustadd.”

“Ido?”youask.What’sthisguytalkingabout?

TurntoPAGE130.

Finally,allissilent.

Youopenyoureyes.

Youareallalone,standingontopofCoitTower.Yougazeattheglitteringlightsofthecitybelowyou.Youshakeyourheadafewtimes,tryingtoclearit.

Thenyoufeelahandtapyouontheback.

“Thankyou,”agentlevoicesayssoftly.

Youwhirlaroundtofindashort,tan-skinnedyoungmanstandingbehindyou.Hewearsanancient-lookingrobe,trimmedinpurpleandgold.Onhisneckyouseeabirthmarkshapedlikeaquestionmark.Thebirthmarkthatfrightenedhispeople,justasitsaidinthediary.

“Areyou—wereyou—themummy?”youaskhim.

“IamthelastgreatkingofEgypt,”hesays,smilingshyly.“Thankyouforgivingmemylife.”

Then,beforeyoucanaskhimanythingelse,heturnsandvanishesintothinair.

“Wait!”youcallout.“Comeback!”

Andthenyouseehimagain.Atthebaseofthetower,farbelow.Howdidhegettheresoquickly?youwonder.

Hestrollsoutintothenight.Youwatchashisbrightly-coloredrobedisappearsintothefog.

TurntoPAGE124.

“Anappointment?”yousay.“Uh,no.But,uh,he’sworkingforthegovernment.He’ssupposedto,youknow,checkthisplaceoutandfindoutifyouradsaretrue.Likewhentheysaythatyoucanmakepeoplelookyounger.Canyou?Becauseifyoucan’t,we’llhavetoclosethisplacedown.”

“Really?”thereceptionistasksnervously.“Oh—well,comeonin.I’msurewecanworkhiminsomehow.”

Soon,themummyisuptohisneckinabathtubfullofgreenslimystuff.Abodywrap,theycallit.It’ssupposedtomakehisskinyoungandsmooth.

“Whoa!”theyoungwomanspaattendantsaystothemummy.“It’sgoingtotakemorethanabodywraptogetyouintoshape.Haveyoubeenspendingalotoftimeinthesunorsomething?”

“Yes…”themummysays,wheezingbetweenwords.“It’s…very…hot…where…I…come…from.”

Youpaceupanddownwhilethemummyhasthefullspatreatment.Juicedrinks,steamfacials,mudbaths,chemicalskininjections,vitaminpills,herbalteas—andamassagetotopitalloff.

Whatarethechancesthisisgoingtowork?youaskyourself.Andwhatwillthemummydoifitdoesn’t?

GetsomeanswersonPAGE120.

YouandDerekstareateachotherinhorror.

“Your…arms!”Derekcries,pointing.

He’sright.Yourarmsandlegsareshrivelingupevenmorethanbefore.Yourskinisbecomingharder.Drier.Moreprunelike.Soishis.

Inamatterofminutes,bothyouandDerekhaveshrunkensomuchthatyourclotheshangonyouloosely.Theylookasiftheyarethreesizestoobig.

Andyou’restillshrinking.

Finally,youandyourbrotherarenothingbutdust.AstrongwindoffthebayblowsyourremainsallthewaytoEgypt.Yourdustscattersthroughthegrainsofsandinfrontofanancientpyramid.

Thisadventurehascometoadry,dusty

END

“Getout!”Marvinyellsattheguards,sendingthemaway.

Heliftsyourrottingbodyoutofthemummycase.Gentlyandcarefully.

Hegrabsahandfulofgauzerollsfromadrawer.Thenhestartswrappingyouupagain.

Yes!youthink.Thegauzefeelscoolandclean.

Assoonasthebandagestouchyourskin,youbegintofeelbetter.Morealive!He’ssavingyou!

Youfeelyourstrengthreturn.YousitupandlookMarvinintheeye.

Hedoesn’tevenflinch!It’sasifheexpectedyoutobealive.

Youmoveyourhand,pretendingtowritesomething.Andhecalmlyhandsyouapencilandpaper.

“I’makid,”youwritefrantically.“Themummytradedplaceswithmeandthenescaped.Hestolemybody!Youhavetohelpme.Ihavetogetbacktomyfamily.”

Marvinreadsthenoteoveryourshoulderandsighs.

“Iknow,”hesays.“Iknow.”

Heknows!That’sfantastic!youthink.Maybeheknowshowtochangeyoubackintoakidagain!

FindoutwhatelseMarvinknowsonPAGE89.

Yougazeintoyourmother’seyes.Pleaseunderstand,youwanttosay.Please.It’sme!

Yourmom’smouthstartstoopen.

“Michael?”shewhisperstoyourdad.“Ithinkit’stryingtotellussomething.”

Yourdadgazesdeeplyintoyoureyes.

Doesheseeyouinthere?Oronlyemptyeyesocketssurroundedbyhorrible,dried,leatheryflesh?

Beforeyourdadcananswer,themummyspeaksup.

“Yeah,he’stellingussomething.He’ssayinghe’safterme!”themummycries.“LikeItoldyou!”

Youseeasecrettwinkleinthemummy’seye.Heknowsthetruth.Heknowshe’sstolenyourbody!Heknowshe’stellingahugelie!

Butnooneelseknows.

“Callthehotelsecurity,”yourfatherdeclares.“Betteryet,callthepolice.”

“Yeah,”themummygleefullyagrees.“Callthepolice!”

TurntoPAGE80.

Theroomspins.Youstruggletokeepfromfainting.

Thiscan’tbehappening!

Butonemorelookinthechrome-mirroredelevatordoorconvincesyou.

It’shappening.

You’reamummy.

Atfirst,youaretooterrifiedtothink.Youjuststandthereinthelobby,stunned.

Thenyouhearthesleepingguardstarttomove.

Uh-oh.He’swakingup.

Youdon’twanttofacehim—oranyone—lookinglikethis!

Quickly,youcomeupwithaplan.

You’vegottomakeitbacktothehotel.Maybeyourfamilycanhelp.Butthatmeanswalkingthroughthestreets.You’dhavetotakeyourchancesandhopethatnoonespotsyou—alivingmummy!

Thenagain,youcouldtrytounwrapthehorriblemummybandagesrightnow.Maybeifyougetthemoff,you’llchangebackintoyourselfagain.Whatshouldyoudo?

Ifyougobacktothehotel,turntoPAGE47.

Ifyouunwrapyourself,turntoPAGE115.

You’dbetternottryanything.Messingaroundwithamummy’sspellcouldbackfire.

Themummyopensthediaryandholdsituptothesky.

“At…last…the…stars…are…right,”themummysays.

Youglanceatthepagehe’sholding.It’samapofthestars.Thenyougazeupatthesky.

“He’sright!”youwhispertoDerek.“Look!Thestarsmatch.”

“Awesome,”Derekmurmurs.

“In…the…name…of…my…ancestors,”themummychants,“I…praise…the…stars…and…all…that…shines…in…the…universe.”

Then,toyouramazement,hepullsasmallvialoutfromunderhisbandages.Itlookslikeatesttube!Wheredidthatcomefrom?youwonder.

Heripsthepageoutofthediary.Hepourstheliquidfromthelittlevialontothepage…andeatsit!

Instantly,youfeelthatdizzying,spinningmotion.Thewholeworldgoesblackasifyou’veclosedyoureyes.Thenarushingwindwhipsyourface.Lights—oraretheystars?—flash,explodingallaroundyou.

“Derek!”youcryout.Yourearsfillwithahorriblewailing.EvenifDerekanswered,youwouldneverhearit.

TurntoPAGE98.

Givethemummythediary,orelsewhat?Youarealmosttooafraidtowonder.

“The…diary!”themummyrepeats.Heshakesyoubythethroat,makingyougag.“Imust…have…the…diary’s…magic.That…is…the…only…way…I…can…return…to…life….”

Youfeelthemummy’smustyhotbreathonyourface.Itwheezesoutbetweenhishard,thinlips.Finallyheletsgoofyourthroat.Youlurchawayfromhim,butheclutchesyoutightlybyyourarm.

He’sgotsomegripforalittledeadguy!

“Givehimthediary!”youcroak.Yourubyoursorethroatwithyourfreehand.

“Noway,”Dereksays.“Wecan’tdothat.”

“Whynot?Areyounuts?”youyell.Thenyouglancetowardyourparents’bedroomdoor.“MOM!DAD!”youshout.

Frombehindtheirdoor,youhearyourmother’ssleepyvoicecallingback.“Gotosleep.Youkidsaregoingtobeawreckinthemorningifyoudon’tsettledown.”

“But,Mom!”youholler.

“Notanotherword!”shecallsback.“Now,goodnight!”

Fromhertone,youknowshemeansit.

You’reonyourown.

Themummytightenshisgriponyourarm.

TurntoPAGE110.

Youturnanddashaway.Youraceacrossthedesertsands.

Youdon’ttrusteitheroftheseguys.Whyshouldyou?They’retryingtotakethemummy’sdiaryawayfromyou.ThestrangediarythatmagicallychangedfromEnglishtohieroglyphics.

SandblowsinyourfaceasyouleavetheGreatPyramidfarbehind.Whocares?You’lleatsand,ifyouhaveto.Allyouwantistogetoutofherealive.

Youtrynottoletthefeelingofcoldfearriseintoyourthroat.Youswallowhard,chokingitbackdown.

HowamIgoingtogethome?youwonder.

Andhowcouldthediarychangelikethat?

Thediary.Maybeitcontainssomekindofspecialmessage.Maybe,ifyoucanfigureoutwhatthehieroglyphsmean,thenyou’llknowhowtogethome!

Youwanttoexaminethediaryagain.Youglanceoveryourshouldertomakesureyou’renotbeingfollowed.

Areyou?

Makesure.

ThenturnandruntoPAGE7.

Finally,thespinningstops.Thedarknessclears.Youopenyoureyesandfindyourselfstandingontopofatower.YourecognizeitasCoitTower,anoldlandmarkinSanFrancisco.It’sonahillover-lookingallofthecityandthebay.

Thelongbandagesthattiedyourwristsandattachedyoutothemummyaregone.Butyouarestillwrappedinancientcloth.

Derekisatyourside.He’shideous—stillamummywithwrinkleddryskinandnoeyes!

SoamI,youthink.

“Now…I…will…come…back…to…life,”themummysaysasheliftsthediaryandopensit.“Now…that…the…stars…are…right.And…I…have…the…diary.And…I…am…standing…at…the…highest…place…within…twenty…miles.”

He’sonlyafewfeetinfrontofyou,attheedgeofthetower.Hisbackistoyouashestandsfacingupintothesky.

Youglancedownatyourwrinkledhandsandshudder.Youdon’tfeelsosorryforthemummyanymore.Obviously,hehasyouundersomekindofspell.Howcanyoubreakhispoweroveryou?

Hmmmmmm.Allitwouldtakeisonequickshovetoknockthemummyoffthetower.Andit’saverylongwaydown!

Ifyoupushthemummyoffthetower,turntoPAGE50.

Ifyouwaittoseehimcomebacktolife,turntoPAGE104.

Mohammedrunsawaysofastthatallyoucanhearisthefadingsoundofhissandalsflip-floppingonthestonefloor.

Thensilence.Ahorrible,stone-coldsilence.

Youhavenotimetowaste.Thetorchisn’tgoingtolastlong.Youholditupandpeeratthemap.It’sahandwrittensketchdrawnonbrownpaper,theedgestorn.

Thisisamap?Thisjumbleoflines?

Where’stheYOUAREHEREsign?Yourheartsinks.Youneedhelp!

Butthenyoufigureitout.

Thestepsarethoseclose-togetherlinesonthetopleft.Thetombistheboxattheendoftheangledhallway.

Andthatotherbox?TheonewiththeXinit?That’stheelevator!TheelevatorinthePyramidBuilding!Youknow,becauseyou’veseenlotsofmapsthataremarkedthesameway.TheelevatorsarealwaysmarkedwithX’s.

Andthat’swhereyouneedtogo,ifyou’reevergoingtogetbackhome.

You’vegotapencilinyourpocket.Soyoutakeitoutandwriteinthewordssteps,tomb,andelevator.

Thenyoustudythemap.

TurntoPAGE90andstudythemap.

Youstarehardatthemapanddecidetoturnleft,thenright,thenleft,thenright.

Amomentlater,yourtorchsputtersandgoesout.Youarestrandedinthecoldtombofanancientmummy.Inthedark.

Silence.

Youmoveastepforward,feelingyourwayalongthewall.

Left,right,left,right,youkeeptellingyourself.Youchantthewordsoverandover.Left.Right.Left.Right.

Yourhandbrushesagainstsomethingslimy.

Eeeeeeewwww.Youjerkyourhandaway.

Doyoudaretouchthewallagain?Youdon’thaveachoice.Howwillyoufindyourwayinthedarkifyoudon’t?

Slowly,youreachonehandtothewall.Yuck.Thestonesareslipperywithslime.Youtrynottothinkaboutwhatitmightbe!Youholdyourotherhandoutinfrontofyou.Youdon’twanttosmackintoanythinginthedark.

Finallyyoucometothefirstfork.Youturnleft.Walkalittlefarther.Turnright.Alittlefarther.Goleft.

Now,ifyourememberthemapcorrectly,youhavejustonemoreturn.Thenitshouldbeprettyeasyfromnowon.Keepgoing….

TurnthecorneronPAGE26.

“Derek,please!Givehimthediary,”youbeg.

“Notuntilheletsyougo,”Derekinsists.

Themummyhesitates.WHEEZE…WHEEZE…

Finally,hereleasesyourarm.

YourkneesshakeasyouracetoDerek’scot.Youreachunderthemattressandyankoutthemummy’sdiary.

“Here!”Yourushtowardtheancientmummy.

“Notsofast!”Derekgrabsyourwristtostopyou.“Listen,Iknowaboutthesethings.Mummies,ghosts,aliens—it’salwaysthesame.WeletthemlooseonEarth,andwe’reinbigtrouble.I’veseenitinmoviesalot.Helpingdeadpeoplecomebacktolife,well,it’sabigmistake.Don’tgivehimthediary.Hecouldturnintosomekindofcrazy,evilmonsterand—”

“But,Derek!”youinterrupt.“He’salreadycomebacktolife!What’sthebigdeal?Andanyway,he’sgoingtokillmeifwedon’tgivehimthediary!”

Derekshrugs.“Okay,”hesays.“Butdon’tsayIdidn’twarnyou.You’llbesorry.”

Dereksoundsprettysureaboutthis.Whatdoyouthink?

Ifyougivethediarytothemummy,turntoPAGE44.

Ifyouthinkyoushouldkeepit,turntoPAGE61.

“No!”Themummy-kidletsoutamuffledcryfromunderhisbandagedmouth.

Butyouignorehim.Assoonasheiswrappedup,youreachoutandtouchhimontheface.Yourface.

Instantly,youfeelasuddenjoltofelectricityflowthroughyou.Likeanelectricalshock.Itburnsandstings.

Andyoufeelittwice!Onceinthemummy’sbody.Onceinyourown!Asifyouaretwopeopleatonce.

Youpullyourhandaway.

Allatonce,themummy-kid’sskinbeginstohardenintotheancient,driedbrownleather.Youglancedownatyourownhandsandwatchthemturnpinkagain!

Afterthat,everythingseemslikeablur.Youracetoyourhotelroomandtellyourparentsthewholestory.Noonequitebelievesyouaboutthemummybeingalive,especiallysincehe’snotalivenow.Heseemsperfectlyandcompletelydead.

Butlaterthatnight,whenyoupickupthemummy’sdiary,youfindsomethingnewwrittenonthelastpage.

“Iambackinmyprison—fornow,”itsays.“ButsoonIwillawakenagainandtakemyrevenge!”

Herewegoagain!

THEEND

Youdecidetostayinthealcove.Youdon’twanttoriskbeingseenbyanyoneelse.

Besides,youfigureyoucangetawayfromthesedoctors.

Wrong.

“Grabhim,Stuart!”thefemaledoctorsuddenlyshouts.“Grabhislegs!”

Youstruggletopullaway,butthetwodoctorsoverpoweryou.Dr.Lacey—youcanreadhernametag—grabsyourarms.Theotherguy,Stuart,hoistsyoubyyourlegs.

Theycarryyouthroughtheemergencyroom,downahospitalhallway,andintoasmall,darkexaminingroom.

Withanevilgrinonhisface,Stuartlocksthedoor.Thenhepicksupatrayfullofgleamingsurgicaltools.Oneofthetoolshasajagged,wheel-shapedrazorontheendofit.Likeapizzacutterwithasupersharpblade.Anotheronehaspincers!

“Okay,”hesays.“Let’sseewhat’sinsidethismummy.”

There’snowaytoescape.JustturntoPAGE14.

Theotherguard,theonenamedGeorge,runsthroughthemarblelobbyandlungesatyoufrombehind.Hisarmsencircleyou.Atthesametime,thefirstguardgrabsyourlegs.

No!youtrytoscreamagain.Butinthelastfewmoments,yourtransformationintoamummyhasbecomecomplete.Yourvocalchordshavehardenedintodrysticks.Theywon’tmove.

Suddenly,theterribletruthhitsyou.

Toalltheworld,youareamummy.Notakid.

Youarealivingmummy,afreakofnature,somethingtobefeared…anddestroyed.

Youstruggleagainsttheguards,flailingyourarmswildly.Youkickyourdry,brownlegsatGeorge’sshins.Desperatetoescape,youtwistyoursmall,leatherybody,hopingtoslipfree.

Butyou’renomatchfortheguards.Theyareswiftandpowerful.

Theyliftyouoffthefloor,carryyoutowardthemummy’ssarcophagus—andstuffyouinside!

TurntoPAGE33.

“Twothousanddollars?”yousaytoWeb.“You’vegottobekidding.Thisdiarymustbeworthalotmorethanthat.”

Web’ssmilefadesandhegivesyouanangrystare.

“Okay,”hesaysgrumpily.“Howaboutfourthousand?”

Youshakeyourheadno.

“Eightthousand?”Websuggests.

No.

“Thisismylastoffer,”Websays.“Twentythousand.”

Twentythousanddollars?Isheserious?He’sofferingyouthatmuchmoneyforthemummy’sdiary?Itmustbereallyvaluable.Maybeit’sworthmillions!

Youshakeyourheadno.

“Hmmm,”Websays,narrowinghiseyes.Heglaresatyouasifhehatesyou.Thenhisexpressionchanges.Thelemonadehasarrived.

TheEgyptianwaitersetsatallglassdowninfrontofeachofyou.There’sonlyoneproblem.Hislemonadelooksnormalbutyourlemonadeisblue!

TurntoPAGE135.

Youneedtogetthesebandagesoff!Andyouhavetohurry.Thatguardisgoingtowakeupanysecond.

Frantically,youclawatthebandagesaroundyourneck.Aroundandaroundyougo.Unwrappingonepieceatatime.Somebandagesarelong,flimsypieces.Othersareshortlittlescrapsofcloth.Aseachonecomesloose,youletitdroponthemarbleflooratyourfeet.

Finally,youreachthelastlayerofbandages.Slowly,youpeelawaythethincloththatcoversyourskin.

Skin?

No.That’snotskinunderthere.That’sancient,mummifiedflesh!

It’sashardasfootballleather.Asbrownasbeefjerky.Aswrinkledasasixty-year-oldprune!

Youwhirlaroundandcomeface-to-facewithyourownimageinthemirroredelevatordoors.

Whatdoyousee?FindoutonPAGE77.

Youdecidetothrowthecrocsomecandy.

YouarejustabouttoreachintoyourpocketforsomeFruityBites,whenthecrocodilesuddenlyopenshismouth—andattacksyou,chompingdownhard!

“Aaaahhh!”youscreamasyoufeelhisteethtearthroughyourjeansandbegintopierceyourleg.

CrawlovertoPAGE129.

Youdecidetowriteanotetoyourbrotherandslipitunderyourfamily’shotel-roomdoor.

Clumsily,youpickupapenandclutchitinyourgauzyhand.Yourhandfeelslikeapawwithallthatclothwrappedaroundit.Soyourhandwritinglooksweird.Messy.

Butwhocares?Quickly,youscribbleanote.Itsays:

“DearDerek,Help!Ican’texplainhow,butsomehowI’vebeentransformedintothemummy.Andthemummyhastakenovermybody!Don’ttrustthatcreep.He’sjustpretendingtobeme!I’mhidinginthestorageclosetdownthehall.Please—comehelpme!”

Youthinkamoment.Thenyouaddyourbirthdayandthenameofyourfavoritebasketballplayer.Justsohe’llknowforsurethatit’syou.

Thenyousignyourname.

Yousneakoutoftheclosetandwalkdownthehall.Yourgauzyfeetdon’tmakeasound.Youslipthenoteunderthedoortotheroomwhereyourfamilyisstaying.

Thenyouhurrybacktothestorageclosettohide—andwait.

TurntoPAGE59.

“Whoa,Derek,”youmurmursoftly.“Somethingreallyfreakyisgoingon.”Trembling,yousitbesideDerekonthecot.Youreadthenewentryoutloud:

“Ihavewaitedfortycenturiesforthisnight.Thenightwhenthestarsareonceagainjustastheywereonthenightofmybirth.ThenightIcanreturntolife!Butnowitisnottobe.Why?Iwastooeager.Itriedthespelltoosoonandthediaryhasfallenfrommyhands!”

“Iknewit!”youwhispertoDerek.“IknewIsawhisarmmove.That’swhenhedroppedthediary.”

Yougobacktoreading:

“Andnow,mydiaryhasbeenstolen.Mylifehasbeenstolen!Imusttakerevengeontheonewhostealsmymagic.Perhapsdestroythethief!”

Revenge.Destroy!Thewordsarehorrible.Theyjumpoutatyoufromthepage,aterrifyingwarning.

Derekletsoutalowwhistle.“Buthowdidhewritethat?”heasks.“Howdidhegetinhere?”

Yourememberthewordsyoureadearlier.“He—hewroteitwithhismind,”youexplain.

Derek’seyeswiden.“Buthow—”

Aknockatthedoorcutshimoff.Who’sthere?

TurntoPAGE126.

YoustareattheSphinx,youreyesgrowingwide.

Isthisreallyhappening?IstheSphinxreallytalkingtoyou?Orhaveyoufinallylostyourmind?

Thenyouspotacrowdofpeopleswarmingaroundthebaseofthemonument.

“Goback!”theSphinx’svoiceboomsagain.

Instantly,thecrowdturns.TheyrunfromtheSphinx,screaminginterrorfortheirlives!

Feargripsyou.Youdon’tknowwhythepeoplearescared,butsuddenlyyou’rescared,too.

Soyouturnandflee.Sandfliesinyourfaceasyourfeetpoundacrossthedesert.

“Cut!”avoicesuddenlyshoutsfromamegaphone.

GotoPAGE122.

Finally,aglassdoorinthespaswingsopen,andthemummywalksout.

“How…do…I…look?”heasksyouinhisraspyvoice.

“Uh,younger!”youexclaim.“Muchyounger!”

Andit’strue.Themummylooksaboutfivehundredyearsyounger.Nowheonlylooksaboutthreethousandfivehundredyearsold.

“Thank…you,”themummysays,givingyouasmall,satisfiedsmile.

Thenhewalksoutofthehealthspaandwavesgood-bye.Thelastyouseeofhim,hisbandagestrailbehindhimashestifflystrollsdownthestreet.

Weird,youthink.Butatleastit’sover.

That’swhatyouthink.

Whenyougetbacktothehotel,youpickupthemummy’sdiary.Andgasp.

There,onthelastpage—apagethatwasblankwhenyouleftthehotel—youfindmorenewwriting.Itsays:

“TodayImetanewfriend.Awisefriendwhoknewhowtorestoremyyouth.Whatelsedoesthisyoungpersonknow?Imustfindout!Iwillfollowthisyoungpersonforalleternity!”

Oh,well.Hereyougoagain!

THEEND

Youhangfromthemummy’sgrip,terrified.Yourfeetdangleseveralinchesoffthefloor.Butyoustillcan’twaittohearwhatthemummyhastosay.

“WelcometothePyramidBuilding,”themummyannounces.

Huh?

That’sit?That’sthemessagefrombeyondthegrave?Rip-off!Bogus!

“Putmedown!”youyell,andyoukickthemummy’sknees.

Owwwwww!Yourtoebangsintothemummy’sbandagedleg,onlyit’snotsoftandleathery.Itfeelshard,morelikemetal.

Thenyouhearsoundsdownthehall.Anotherfigureappearsinthedimlightofthelobby.

“Overhere,Sylvia,”thefigurecallsout.“Foundhim.”Thepersonstepsoutoftheshadows.It’saguyinjeansandasweatshirt,carryingsomekindofremotecontrol.

Definitelyhuman.

“Whatareyoudoinginhere?”themandemands.

Youcan’tanswer.Themummystillhasyoubythethroat.

TurntoPAGE136.

Huh?youthink.Didsomeonejustyell“Cut”?

Youglanceoveryourshoulderandnoticeanothergroupofpeopleyouhadn’tseenbefore.

It’samoviecrew.AnAmericanmoviecrew!Itlooksasifthey’remakingsomekindofadventurepictureinEgypt.Thecrowdofterrorized,runningpeopleareallactorsandextras.AndthevoiceoftheSphinxiscomingfromaspeakerontheside.

Cool!youthink.Youwonderwho’sinthemovie.

Thenyouspothim.Thestarofthefilm.

IllinoisSmith!He’sthecharacterinallthoseactionmoviesaboutlosttreasuresandancienttombs.

Hey—maybeIllinoisSmithcanhelpyoufigureoutwhatthemummy’sdiarymeans!

Whatdoyouthink?

Doyouaskforhishelp?

Ordoyoupuzzleitoutforyourself?

IfyouaskIllinoisSmithtohelp,turntoPAGE54.

Ifyoutrytofigureitoutyourself,turntoPAGE81.

Youdecidetotakethepassagewaytotheleft.

Bravely,youmarchdowntheoh-so-darkhall.

Youwalkafewmorestepsbeforeyourealizethatyouarealone.Mohammedisn’tfollowingyouanymore.

“Hey,stupid,”Mohammedcalls.“Whydidyougothatway?”

“Well,”youanswerhiminyourmostreasonabletoneofvoice,“yousaidtofollowmyheart.Andmyheartisontheleft.SoIthought—”

“Isaidtofollowyourheart.”Mohammedsnorts.“Instead,youarethinkingtoomuchwithyourhead.”

Oh.Sodoeshemeanyoushouldhavegonetheotherway?

Yes,stupid.

Anddon’tlooksurprisedatbeingcalledthatnameagain.Youansweredtoit,didn’tyou?

GobacktoPAGE15andtaketheotherpassageway,andwewon’tcallyoustupidanymore.

Forawhile,youjuststareafterhimintothedarkness.

ThenyounoticeDerekonhiskneesafewfeetawayfromyou.

“Whathappened?”Derekmoans.“Ifeelsodizzy.”

“Whathappened?”yourepeat.“Ithinkwejustbroughtamummybacktolife!”

Youhelphimup.ThenyouandDerekgazeateachother.Yourhands,yourarms,yourfaces.They’reallnormalagain!

Nomoremummyskin.Nomoreemptyeyesockets.

Justtwonormalkids—ontopofCoitTower.

Ittakessomequickthinking,butfinallythetwoofyoufindyourwaybacktothehotel.Withoutgettingcaught.Yourparentsneverknowthatyouweregone.

Butbeforeyougotosleep,there’sonelastthingyou’vegottodo.YouandDerekhurryovertothePyramidBuildingandsneakintothelobby.Youjusthavetofindout!Isthemummystillondisplay?

“Derek!”youcry,assoonasyoustepinside.“Look!”

Theentirelobbyisempty.Thereisnomummycase.NoEgyptiandisplay.Everything—everyscrapofevidencethatthemummywaseverthere—isgone.

Asifithadneverbeenthere…

THEEND

“Hehasacomputerchipinhisbrain!”Dr.Laceycries.

Seriously?

Youhopofftheexaminingtableandhurryovertogetalookforyourself.Yup.It’strue!There’ssomekindofweirdcomputerchipinyourbrain.

Forthenextthreedays,thedoctorsperformsixjilliontestsonyou.Luckily,theydon’tcutyouopen.

Andguesswhat?ItturnsoutthattheancientEgyptianswereonthevergeofdiscoveringcomputertechnologies!Atleastthat’swhatoneofthescientiststhinks.Thecomputerchipinyourbrainissimple,butitworks.Itallowsyoutomovearound.

Atfirst,it’sfunbeingascientificmiracle.Youlikealltheattention.Theyputyourpictureinallthenewspapers.Reporterscometointerviewyou.TheyevenmakeaTVspecialaboutyou.

Butafterawhile,thefunbeginstowearoff.Youstarttomissyourfamily.EvenSusie,thesquirt.

SoyoudecidetowriteDr.Laceyanote.Youwanttoexplainthatyou’rereallyakid,notamummy.Andthatyouwanthertohelpyouchangeback.

ButallofyourwritingcomesoutlookinglikeancientEgyptianhieroglyphics!Evenyoucan’treadit.Itlookslikethis:

Which,translated,means:

THEEND

YouclutchDerek’shand.“Don’tanswerit!”youwhisper.

Derekstaresatyou.“Butitmightberoomservice,”heprotests.

“Roomservice?Now?”Youglanceattheclock.It’soneA.M.

“Yeah.Weorderedfoodthreehoursago,remember?”Dereksays.“Butitnevercame.Maybethat’sitnow.”

“Ormaybeit’sthemummy,”youargue.

“Onlyonewaytofindout,”Derektellsyou.

He’sright.Andasscaredasyouare,youknowyouhavetofindout.

Istherealivingmummyontheothersideofthedoor?

“Okay,”yougrumble.“Aquickpeek.”

“Holdonasecond.”Derekgrabsthediaryoutofyourhandsandshovesitunderhismattress.Thenhenodsatyou.Youcrosstothedoorandtakeadeepbreath.

Youopenthedoorjustacrackandpeerout.

Allyoucanseeisagauzybandagedarm.

Areyougoingtoopenthedooralltheway?

Ifno,turntoPAGE23.

Ifyes,turntoPAGE40.

Almostatonce,thetorchflickersout.

Butyoudon’tcare.You’vemadeyourdecision.You’regoingleft,right,right,straight.

Inthedark,youwalkboldlyforward,yourarmsoutstretchedatyoursides.Yourunyourfingertipsalongbothwallsasyougo.

Prettysoon,youfeelthepassagewaybegintoturn.You’vecometoyourfirstchoice.

Youturnleft.

Youwalkalittlefartherandturnright.Youkeepwalking.

Suddenly,inthepitch-darkness,youfeeltwohandsonyourface.

“Aargh!”youwanttoscream.

Butnosoundcomesout.Yourvoiceischokedwithfear.

“Boo!”avoicesays.

BOO?

Boowho?

TurntoPAGE134.

TheGreatPyramid?

Youstareattheguard,yourheadspinning.YoustudiedEgyptinschool.TheGreatPyramidisthebiggestpyramidintheworld.TheonethatsitsinthedesertneartheSphinx.

Yup.You’redefinitelyinEgypt.

“ButIjustcameoutofthere!”youtrytoexplain.“Onlyitwasn’ttheGreatPyramid.ItwasthePyramidBuilding!”

Theguardlaughs.“Ha!YoumeanthatsillybuildinginAmerica?”Heshakeshisheadandlaughsagain.

“You’vegottobelieveme,”youplead.“Andlookatthis!”Youshovethediarytowardtheguard.“Thisdiary.ItwaswritteninEnglishafewminutesago.Andnowit’sallchangedtohieroglyphs!”

Beforetheguardcantakethediary,ayoungmaninatansuit,sunglasses,andastrawhatapproachesyou.

“IseeyouhavethefamousdiaryofButhrama-man,”themansays.HesoundsAmerican.“MayIseeit?”

“Don’tgiveittohim!”theyoungEgyptianshouts.“Giveittome!”

IfyoushowthediarytotheAmerican,turntoPAGE5.

IfyougiveittotheEgyptian,turntoPAGE22.

Ifyouturnandrunfrombothofthem,turntoPAGE106.

Withallyourstrength,youwrestlethecroc,tryingtopryhismouthopen.Youthrowyourselftotheground,whippingthecrocoffthestairsandoverontohisback.

Frantically,youplungeyourhandintoyourpocket.YoupulloutafewFruityBitesandtossthemintohismouth,nexttowhereyourlegis.Thecrocopenshisjawswide…wider….

Coulditbe?Yes!He’slettingyouescape!

Youjumpoutofhisjawssuperfast.Butassoonasyou’reout,thecrocsmackshislipstogetherandopenswide.

Youcantellfromthelookonhisfacethatheonlywantsonething:moreFruityBites!

YoutosshimanotherhandfulofFruityBitesandhurryaway.

Uh-oh.Don’tlooknow.Withaslap-slapofhisstubbylegs,thecrocfollowsyou!Likeapuppy,beggingformorecandy.

Hesnapshisjawstogethertwice.Awarning.Andyouknowwhatitmeans.GivehimFruityBitesnow—orelse!

Well,aslongasyoucanaffordtokeepbuyingFruityBites,you’llstayalive.BUTYOU’REINEGYPT.WhereareyougoingtobuyFruityBitesaroundhere?

Guessyou’reuptheNilewithoutapaddle.Tothecrocodile,youlooklikeonebigFruityBite.

THEEND

Youstilllookconfused,soWebexplainsitalltoyou.

ThediaryyoufoundonthefloorinSanFrancisco?ThatwasplantedtherebytheFBI.WhenyouwenttothebasementofthePyramidBuilding,youfoundtheirfakeversionoftheinsideofarealpyramid.

“YouthoughtyouwanderedthroughthebasementandcameoutinEgypt,butyoudidn’t,”Webtellsyou.“Weputaspecialsleepinggasintheair-conditioningducts.Youfellasleep,andwhileyouwereoutcold,wehadyouflownouttoEgypt.Yourparentsknewaboutthis,ofcourse.Youwokeupintherealpyramidanddidn’trememberathing.Andtheresthasbeenatest.Toseehowyouhandleyourselfintoughsituations.”

“Wow!”youexclaim.“Cool!SonowIworkfortheFBI?”

“Yup,”Websays.“Yougettoskipschoolforawholeyear.Andwe’llevenpayyou.Congratulations!”Heraiseshisglassoflemonadeinatoast.

“Thanks!”youanswerwithahugegrin,pickingupyourownlemonade.Withoutthinking,youtakeabigswig.

Oooops.Rememberhowyourlemonadewasblue?Therewassleepingpotioninit!Oh,well.You’llwakeupsoon,butthey’llneverletyoubeasecretagentnow.Toobadyoumadeamistakewhenyouweresoclosetoahappy

END

Yikes!

Youjump,stumblingoverDerek’scot.Whenyoucatchyourbalance,youspinaround.Youseeyourbrothergrinningatyouinthedimlight.

“Whatareyoudoingup?”Derekwhispers.Heletsgoofyourarm.“Wheredidyougo?”

“Shhhh,”youwhisper,pointingatSusie.Youdon’twanthimtowakeher.

Thenyoutellhimallaboutthemummy.Andthemummy’sdiary.

“Letmeseeit,”Derekdemands,sittingonhiscot.Helovesthiskindofthing.

Withthelightfromthebathroom,youcanseethediarylyingontopofyoursleepingbag.Youhadtobringyoursleepingbagalong,becausethehotelcouldn’tfitanothercotintheroom.

Thediaryisrightwhereyouleftit.

Except…

Youdidn’tleaveitlyingopen,didyou?

Yourushoverandpickuptheancientbook.

Someonehasjustwritteninthediary!Andtheinkisstillwet!

FindoutwhatitsaysonPAGE118.

You’vegottoreadmoreofthis.It’samazing.Themummywritesitwithhismind!

Butjustthenyouhearyourmothercallingyourname.“Yoo-hoo.”Againshecallsyou.“BringSusieandcomeon!”shesays.

You’vegottogetawaysoyoucanlookatthediary.Youdon’twantyourparentstoseeitandtakeitawayfromyou.Notafteryoujustfoundit!Youscanthelobbyforsomeplacetogo.

Youspotanelevator.

Hmmm.Maybeyoucanduckinthereandzoomtothetopofthepyramid.Finishreadingthediarybeforesomeonefindsyou.

Ormaybeyoushouldjustkeepthediaryhiddenandwait.Youdon’twanttogetintotroublewithMomandDad.Andbesides,yourhotelisn’ttoofaraway.Youcouldsneakbackheretonighttoseeifthemummyreallyescapes.Thediarysays,“Tonight…Iwillescapemyprison.”Sowhatwillitbe?

Ifyoucomebacktonight,turntoPAGE20.

Ifyoutaketheelevatornow,turntoPAGE43.

Somehowyoumanagetostumbleovertotherowofbird-facedstatues.Whenyougetthere,yourealizewhatthenoseonthedrawingisfor.

Thereamongthestatues—halfwaybetweenthe“eyes”andthe“mouth”—isaholeinthesand.Andsomestepsthatleaddownintoit.

Youhadn’tnoticedituntilnow,butthesunissettingagainstsomesanddunesbehindyou.Itlooksjustlikethepicturemakingthenoseinthesmileyface!

Younoticeitnowbecauseatthatpreciseangle,thesun’sraysreachallthewaytothebottomoftheholeinthesand.Andthereyouseesomethingamazing.

GOLD.Tonsofit.Coins,littlestatues,scepters,andcrowns.Allmadeofgold.ThetreasureofKingButhramaman.

Sothat’swhyeverybodywantsthediary.It’satreasuremap!

Butgold’snotallyouseedownthere.

Youalsoseeteeth.

Sharp,pointyteeth.

Tworowsofthem.Grinningupfromthegiganticmouthof…acrocodile!

Ascarefullyasyoucan,turntoPAGE46.

Thehandtapsyouagain.“You’reit!”thevoicecalls.Thenlaughs.

Yourecognizethatlaugh.

It’syourbrother,Derek!

Youmadeit!YoumadeitbacktothePyramidBuilding.

“Derek,whatareyoudoingdownhere?”youask.

“Boy,areyougoingtogetit!”hedeclares.“MomandDadarereallyworried.Andthey’remadyouleftSusieallalone.Theyhavepeoplesearchingthewholebuildingforyou.Theysentmedownheretothebasement.”

YoutrytoexplaintoDerekaboutthemummy,butheonlylaughsandshakeshishead.Thenhegrabsyoubytheear.Hedragsyouthroughadooryouhadn’tseenbeforeandupsomestairs.

He’srightaboutyourparents.They’rereallysteamed.Asfarasyou’reconcerned,thisbookmightaswellbetitled,DiaryofaMadMommy.

Youcanforgetaboutanymoreexploring.You’regroundedforamonth!

THEEND

Webglancesatyourglassoflemonadeandsmiles.“SpecialEgyptianrecipe,”hesays.“Ithoughtyoumightlikeit.It’ssweeterthisway.”Heleansbackandwaitsforyoutotasteyourdrinkfirst.He’sbeingawfullypolite.

Whatdoyoudo?Youdon’twanttooffendhimbynotacceptingthedrink.Andyouarereallythirsty.Youcanfeelsandinthebackofyourthroat.

Butthelemonadeisblue.Andyou’renotsosurelemonadeshouldbeblue.

Ifyoutakeasip,turntoPAGE85.

IfyourudelyreachacrossthetableandtakeWeb’sdrinkinstead,turntoPAGE97.

“Oh,sorry.”Theguypressesabuttonontheremoteandthemummyreleasesyou.Youcrashtothefloor.

Ayoungwomanwithdark,curlyhairrushesintothelobby.YoufigureshemustbeSylvia.Sheracesovertothemummy.“Brad!IsMannyokay?”sheasks.

“Ithinkhe’sfine,”Bradtellsher.

“Whataboutme?”yougrumble.Youscrambletoyourfeet.Yourneckhurtswherethemummychokedyou,yourtoehurtswhereyoukickedhim,andyourbacksidehurtswhereyoulanded.

Sylviaturnstoyou,eyesflashing.“WhatwereyoudoingtoManny?”Sheputsherarmaroundthemummy.

“Iwasn’tdoinganythingtohim,”youprotest.“Hewastryingtokillme!”

BradandSylvialaugh.“Iguessitworks,”Bradsays.

BradandSylviaexplainthatMannytheMummyisarobot.He’spartofapublicitystuntfortheexhibit.Theywerejusttestinghimouttomakesureheworked.“Wedidn’texpectanyoneelsetobearoundinthemiddleofthenight!”Bradsays.

MannytheMummyistotallycool!SoareBradandSylvia.Theyletyouplaywiththecontrols.Theyevenaskyoutobepartofthepromotion!Yougettobetheonewhoscreams.

THEEND

BEWARE!!DONOTREADTHIS

BOOKFROMBEGINNINGTOEND!

WelcometotheCarnivalofHorrors.Thisisnoordinarycarnival.Hereyou’llfindawesomerides.Excitinggamesofchance.AndtheweirdestFreakShowever.

Doyoudaretoenter?

AreyoubraveenoughtorisktheSupersonicSpaceCoaster?CanyoumakeitthroughtheHouseofHorrorsalive?

Thisscaryadventureisallaboutyou.Youdecidewhatwillhappen.Andyoudecidehowterrifyingthescareswillbe.

StartonPAGE1.Thenfollowtheinstructionsatthebottomofeachpage.Youmakethechoices.

Ifyoumaketherightchoices,you’llescapefromthespine-tinglingCarnivalofHorrorsintime.Ifyoumakethewrongchoice…BEWARE!

Sotakealong,deepbreath,crossyourfingers,andturntoPAGE1toGIVEYOURSELFGOOSEBUMPS!

“Whatdoyouwanttodo?”

“Idon’tknow,Patty.Whatdoyouwanttodo?”

“Notfair,Brad.Iaskedyoufirst.”

PattyandBrad.Yourtwobestfriends.Arguing.Asusual.

It’sthelastweekofAugust.AndPattyandBradhaven’tstoppedfightingsinceyoursummervacationstarted.

Pattylikesbeingbossy.Youdon’tmind,though.It’snobigdeal.

It’shardtowinafightwithheranyway.Youdon’tknowwhyBradeventries.Youguessit’sbecausehedoesn’twanttolooklikeawimpinfrontofagirl.

“There’snothingtodo.IguessI’lljustgohome,”Bradsays.Heshoveshishandsinhispockets.Thenhisshouldersslumpandhesortofshrivelsup.YouguessBradiskindofawimp—evenifheisyourbestfriend.

“You’resoboring,Brad,”Pattycomplains.WheneverPattycomplains,herfrecklesreallypopout.Nowthereareaboutamillionofthemspreadacrossherface.

“Hey!Iknowwhatweshoulddo!”Pattysuddenlyburstsout.

GotoPAGE2.

“Let’sbikeovertoBennet’sFieldandwatchthemsetupthecarnival!”

“Idon’tknow,”youanswer.“It’sgettingdark,andMomsaidIhavetobeinbynine.”

“It’sonlyaquickbikeride,”Bradsays.“Areyousomekindofwimp?”

Bradcallingyouawimp?Youcan’tbelieveit!

“Okay.Okay,”youagree.“Butifit’sasbadaslastyear,therewon’tbemuchtosee.Don’tyourememberthemainattraction?”youremindthem.“TheridetheycalledTerrorTrack?Itturnedouttobeababychoo-chootrainthatcircledaroundandaroundandaround.”

Itdoesn’tmatterwhatyousay.Patty’smadeuphermind.You’regoingtorideovertothecarnival.

Ahot,humidbreezeblowsinyourfaceasyoupedalalong.Patty’sinthelead.Nosurprise.AndBrad’spuffingbehindyou.

It’sdarkbythetimeyoureachBennet’sField.

Youandyourfriendsdropyourbikesinthegrassandraceacrossthemoonlitfield,towardthehugewoodenfencethatsurroundsthecarnival.

Totakeacloserlook,turntoPAGE3.

Asyoureachthecarnivalentrance,youhearmusiccomingfrominside.Nottheusualcornyorganstufftheyalwaysplay.Butsomereallystrangemusic.Itsoundsfamiliarandtotallynewatthesametime.

Bradstretcheshisnecktotrytopeeroverthefence.Butnoluck.Thefenceiswaytoohigh.

Pattyjigglesthepadlockonthegate.It’ssealedshut.

“Iguesswe’llhavetowaituntiltomorrownightwhenthecarnivalopens,”Bradsays.

“Noway,”Pattysays.“Let’sclimbthefence.Now!”

“Areyoucrazy?”Bradsays.“We’llgetcaught!”

“Comeon.There’sprobablynooneinthere,”Pattyreplies.

Yourfriendsturntoyoutocastthedecidingvote.Youglanceatyourwatch.It’salmost9:00P.M.Ifyou’regoingtogethomeintime,youshouldstartbacknow.

Whatareyougoingtodo?

Ifyoudecidetogohome,turntoPAGE10.

Ifyouclimbthefencetogetinside,turntoPAGE6.

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