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The Mummy's Voice by Jake Wick
Published 3 years, 9 months ago
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I really enjoyed this one! It will be up on YouTube next week. Can't wait to start the new channel :)
Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Given that it is the beginning of the spooky season, I am bringing you a creepy monster story. We all love mummies, don't we? Those old dusty bodies wrapped in linen with their organs nestled in jars. Maybe that's why mummies wake up? They're looking for their brains but they still have a heart and that's where all of the love comes from when they whisk away the woman of their dreams into the night.
OK enough of that love stuff, we're here to talk about horror. It's almost Halloween time and I have a few Halloween t-shirts that you might enjoy. Pumpkins, black cats, zombies, and more. Visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com/merchandise where you can find fun t-shirts and other goodies including the Sandcastle Horror Bundle. Just in time for Halloween. The paperback will be out soon so get the bundle before it is gone!
I've finally decided what to call this podcast! It's been many years since I started and yet it didn't have a home. The name was so generic that it was down right embarrassing, but hold on to your witches caps and warlocks staffs because now I have a new name and look! I even have a cute little logo that describes me completely. The channel hasn't started up yet on YouTube, but you can subscribe at www.youtube.com/midnightscarespodcast for future videos. Be sure to bookmark it here on your favorite podcast app although you probably shouldn't need to as only the name changed.
Now let's begin...
The Mummy's Voice
Written by Jake Wick
Ben was never much for getting the creeps during the graveyard shift at the local museum. All of those figurines and statues and witch doctor masks, he never saw anything in them besides wax and stone and wood. He liked the solitude in the museum at night. He liked hearing no one's voice. He liked hearing nothing at all. Being a nighttime security guard brought on solitude that Ben had always appreciated. He found comfort in his job. That was, of course, until a 4,000-year-old corpse named Prince Khafre arrived at the museum for the month of October.
The mummy of Prince Khafre III was a traveling exhibit. If it were permanent, Ben knew he would've had to see about quitting. From the moment Prince Khafre's malodorous corpse arrived, Ben felt an unease that he hadn't felt in a long time. He wished they could have at least placed glass over the sarcophagus. But the sarcophagus was wide open and it exposed the prince's corpse to the open air.
The mummy was wrapped in gauze that was now rotted and withered by the hand of time. The head was exposed. It was a sickly brown color. The face was skeletal and yet still had the components of a human face. There was half a nose and shriveled ears and even a couple teeth. What the mummy's face was missing were its eyes. Instead, two empty, void-like sockets glared upward at nothing but simultaneously at everything, and they looked as though they led into an eternal and bottomless abyss.
Perhaps the most unsettling aspect of Khafre's anatomy was its mouth that hung wide open, agape in a never-ending and silent scream. The distressed appearance of the facial muscles only added to the impression that this poor prince had been buried alive, something the experts were looking into.
It was Ben's third shift with Prince Khafre resting under the same roof, and he already couldn't wait for the month of October to be over. It was only the fifth, too. Ben wasn't too sure how much more of this he could take. He was like a child with a creepy doll in their bedroom. No matter what room he was in, what floor he was on, what exhibit he was near, he could feel those lifeless eye sockets leering at him through the walls. When he used the bathroom and approached the sink to wash his hands, he felt abashed when confr
Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Given that it is the beginning of the spooky season, I am bringing you a creepy monster story. We all love mummies, don't we? Those old dusty bodies wrapped in linen with their organs nestled in jars. Maybe that's why mummies wake up? They're looking for their brains but they still have a heart and that's where all of the love comes from when they whisk away the woman of their dreams into the night.
OK enough of that love stuff, we're here to talk about horror. It's almost Halloween time and I have a few Halloween t-shirts that you might enjoy. Pumpkins, black cats, zombies, and more. Visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com/merchandise where you can find fun t-shirts and other goodies including the Sandcastle Horror Bundle. Just in time for Halloween. The paperback will be out soon so get the bundle before it is gone!
I've finally decided what to call this podcast! It's been many years since I started and yet it didn't have a home. The name was so generic that it was down right embarrassing, but hold on to your witches caps and warlocks staffs because now I have a new name and look! I even have a cute little logo that describes me completely. The channel hasn't started up yet on YouTube, but you can subscribe at www.youtube.com/midnightscarespodcast for future videos. Be sure to bookmark it here on your favorite podcast app although you probably shouldn't need to as only the name changed.
Now let's begin...
The Mummy's Voice
Written by Jake Wick
Ben was never much for getting the creeps during the graveyard shift at the local museum. All of those figurines and statues and witch doctor masks, he never saw anything in them besides wax and stone and wood. He liked the solitude in the museum at night. He liked hearing no one's voice. He liked hearing nothing at all. Being a nighttime security guard brought on solitude that Ben had always appreciated. He found comfort in his job. That was, of course, until a 4,000-year-old corpse named Prince Khafre arrived at the museum for the month of October.
The mummy of Prince Khafre III was a traveling exhibit. If it were permanent, Ben knew he would've had to see about quitting. From the moment Prince Khafre's malodorous corpse arrived, Ben felt an unease that he hadn't felt in a long time. He wished they could have at least placed glass over the sarcophagus. But the sarcophagus was wide open and it exposed the prince's corpse to the open air.
The mummy was wrapped in gauze that was now rotted and withered by the hand of time. The head was exposed. It was a sickly brown color. The face was skeletal and yet still had the components of a human face. There was half a nose and shriveled ears and even a couple teeth. What the mummy's face was missing were its eyes. Instead, two empty, void-like sockets glared upward at nothing but simultaneously at everything, and they looked as though they led into an eternal and bottomless abyss.
Perhaps the most unsettling aspect of Khafre's anatomy was its mouth that hung wide open, agape in a never-ending and silent scream. The distressed appearance of the facial muscles only added to the impression that this poor prince had been buried alive, something the experts were looking into.
It was Ben's third shift with Prince Khafre resting under the same roof, and he already couldn't wait for the month of October to be over. It was only the fifth, too. Ben wasn't too sure how much more of this he could take. He was like a child with a creepy doll in their bedroom. No matter what room he was in, what floor he was on, what exhibit he was near, he could feel those lifeless eye sockets leering at him through the walls. When he used the bathroom and approached the sink to wash his hands, he felt abashed when confr