Haunted Lies part 2
Chapter
4
Museum
selfie!
Short and simple! It
is quite obvious now that you won’t be expecting a comedy sequence from
me. Let me make it very clear that for
next few pages you will encounter something quite dramatic and paranormal. I know it is too predictable but I guarantee
something quiet unexpected. It’s been
seven years for me serving The National Museum, Raipur. This museum has a lot of interesting facts
attached. Here one can find the debris,
skeletons of dinosaurs, paleological articles, precious historic stones, cars,
weapons etc…(come on now…..I am not your tourist guide.) so, let me come to the
point. 7 December 1978, a security guard
was mysteriously found dead, his throat slit and eyes wide open. Now his exact cause of death was predicted to
be a curse of the mummy. The mummy of
Pharoh Spatun Khatula was imported from Egypt.
(Don`t worry, I am not Narrating the story of the mummy.) the curse was that any person who was not
considered to be of the Pharoh cast according to Egyptians would suffer a bad
fate if he or she tries to touch the mummy.
The security guard came under the cast of the scribes according to
Egyptians. The Egyptians are too weird,
they try to preserve bodies for years along with the dead`s wealth. Thank god
Indians and Chinese don’t follow those traditions otherwise we would have found
pyramids more than housings in our countries.
Any ways, the same day and at the same time, another man who touched the
mummy was found dead. Now this proved
that the mummy was indeed evil. Police
came to search evidence, but found none, but what shocked the police more was
the dead men were murdered, but no evidence near them of murder. The police found murder weapons, but again no
fingerprints on them. The case was
closed. All three dead bodies were taken
to morgue….don’t curse me now….u read that correct, I have written
‘three’. Now, the third dead body was
the museum`s curator. With this I am
pleased to confess before you that I am solely responsible for the murder of
security guard and the cleaning boy. No,
no…I am obviously not the mummy but yes that day the third dead body was
mine. I was the museum`s curator. Both those morons, had killed me and were
about to sell the mummy for money, and I don’t like cheats.
Well you will never
forget this story; if you forget then I still exist.
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