Yes, english is my second language!
Evelyn, Alex and Rick O'connell sat in their kitchen eating breakfast. It was silent, a very comfortable silence.
"Mother?" Alex the 8 year old boy asked and looked up from his porridge.
"Mhm" replied Evelyn who was reading a heavy book about (A/N: Guess what?) Egypt. She was going to dissect a mummy today. Something she was very exited about.
"Can you show me the dead mummy?" asked Alex, he shared his mother's love for Egypt and mummies unfortunately. Something Rick didn't really liked.
"No." Rick simply said. Evelyn nodded.
"Your father is right, Alex." Evelyn added and gave Rick a kiss on the cheek before she swept out from the kitchen. She was heading to her job at the British Museum.
"Why can't I see it? It's so..." Alex began to say.
"You are not going to look at corpses" Rick pointed out.
"Just because you don't like them?"
Rick sighed "Go out and play in the woods and don't roll in the mudd. Be sure to be back when your mother comes home"
"Because of the party at the Stanfords, yes I know. What if I plays with their son all day, can I stay there so you can come then?" He smiled and Rick nodded. Alex ran out. He had a plan. The British Museum was not so far away, it took 45 minutes to go. He smiled, finally he was going to see the mummy.
Ernie Smith was an old man who was working at the British Museum. He loved history over everything. That explained his tragic love story. When Ernie was 20 years old he had a girl he loved, she loved him back and they planed to marry eachother in the vinter. Because Ernie's girl loved the snow. But one week before the wedding she drowned, some people said it was because of Ernie himself other said it was a mistake, she was always so happy and would never commit suicide. After her death Ernie was never himself anymore and he decided to dedicate his life to the history.
He watched the beautiful Evelyn O'connell when she was working today. She always reminded him of his girl. But she was married and he was too old, but his dreams didn't care about that. Every night was he dreaming of her...
"Ernie, I am done now. Could you help me to get the mummy back to it's sarcophagus?"
"Of course Mrs O'connell"
"How many times do I have to tell you it's Evelyn?"
Ernie smiled and they put the mummy back. They put the sarcophagus on a vehicle and he took it down to the basement.
In the basement was a room with a very heavy door. Ernie tuted when he reached it, he didn't remember closing the door. Ernie pushed that out of his mind and opened the door. The sarcophagus was heavy so Ernie decided to just place it on the floor right over a trap door instead of a table where it was supposed to be located. He rushed out of the room, Ernie didn't enjoy that room, it was barely no oxygen in the room and it felt like someone was watching him.
He wanted back to the beauty Evelyn the woman he secretly loved and admired for her smartness. They shared something, their love for history and he really liked to look at her long legs.