12: 47 am- somewhere in scenic Pennsylvania
"No!"
"He speaks. He tells me things. Oh, yes it might have been wrong, but I wasn't there! Whatever he does is not my fault, mother. He almost pushed me out the window. Out, out, out, out the window. Down to my grave haha!"
Marilyn Haplin paced about in front of her new "friend" Betsy Thompson. She was mad, that was certain. Betsy was cornered and could do nothing but try to stop what seemed to be her imminent death. She tried to run, but Marylin through her back down with almost unnatural force.
"Marilyn, we could send him away. Maybe I can help, just please don't do this!" Betsy cried, scrambling in the corner yet hardly able to move. Her heart was racing as she watched the madwoman cackle and dance about the room.
"Maybe I like him, mother! Ha ha! What would you have of that? I dance for him! He'll help me- he'll drive me mad, but he'll give me the key! That's right, mother, I'll open the box! Ha ha ha! Yes! That's why isn't it? You never liked him because he knew. Now I do too! Oh, what would you do without your precious secret?" Marilyn was screaming at the top of her lungs now and the dance grew faster and faster. The house shook.
"He's coming mother! He's gaining energy! You won't hold sway anymore!" Marilyn rushed over to Betsy and gestured at her as though she were a hunting prize, "Here is the girl, my love, my love! I brought her to you! She came to give you a gift!" Marilyn pushed Betsy forward into the center of the room.
"Now the fun begins! Oh, Betsy, don't be so shy! Come- meet my friend Christov. He has been… anxious to make your acquaintance!" Betsy finally found her legs and ran for the door, but was soon stopped by an enormous figure cloaked in darkness. A bony hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck. She could not move, she could not breathe. Marilyn danced about the room. Betsy's dry body was tossed onto the floor.
"A mummy?" Scully gave Mulder that all-too-common look of disbelief as they walked along. As the case usually was, Mulder was the only one admiring the trees andoverall natural beautyof the scenery.
Heignored Scully's obvious skepticism and handed her the report "Yes- but not just any mummy. This one died yesterday, has almost no sign of trauma, and the cause of death seems to be-"
"Dehydration," she said, looking through each page with perplexity playing on her face (much to Mulder's delight).
"It seems as though she had all of her bodily fluids sucked out of her. So tell me, doctor, what is a logical explanation for this?" he continued with a smug grin.
"I'll figure that out when I see the body, Mulder," shereplied as they arrived at the house. She looked at his face. He was making that annoying smirk, again.
"And stop smiling already!"