Okay, disclaimer time: most of these characters don't belong to me. Let's see, anyone from the first and second "Mummy" movie don't belong to me, they belong to Universal Studios. Also, the character Megan and everything about her don't belong to me, they belong to Eviefan, so go read her stories. I'm just burrowing Megan; which brings me to another point, if anyone wants to 'borrow' Jennifer, just e-mail me and I might let you, I probably will because I'm a nice person ;) E-mail me at TheScreamQueen13@aol.com.
Without further ado, continue with the story; please R&R
NOTE: 'Cuschmares' which is the title is French for 'Nightmares.'
LAST NOTE: Story takes place about half a month after "The Mummy III-The Awakening".
Chapter One
Insomniac
Night had fallen on the O'Connell manor; all was dark inside the house except one light on that was always left on. The moonlight from the silver dollar shaped moon shown against the branches of the trees that surrounded the manor and cast finger like shadows on the cream-colored carpet below.
Down the long hall on the second floor, the bedrooms to the manor's inhabitants: Rick O'Connell, his wife Evelyn, their son Alex and Evelyn's little sister Jennifer. The first door on the right was the large bathroom that Jennifer and her nephew shared; there was a large claw-foot tub that was pushed against the side of the wall.
In first door on the right was Alex's room; the ten-year old boy was sleeping peacefully in his large bed. His head was nestled against the plush pillow and for once, he was sleeping in a normal position. Alex's room looked like any other nine-year olds' room would look except there were a lot more books crammed onto the wooden bookshelf; Alex's trucks lay all over the floor, despite what his father and mother said about picking them up.
The second room to the left was Alex's parent's bedroom; Evelyn and Rick shared a king-sized bed. The room was very neat with a bookshelf pressed against each wall; the room connected to a bathroom which was not as large as the other bathroom but large enough to suit their needs. Rick and Evelyn lay snuggled against each other in a deep sleep.
The last bedroom on the hall was perhaps the largest, or maybe the second largest (Rick and Evelyn's being the first). Inside this bedroom, Jennifer Carnahan, nineteen-year-old sister to Evelyn and Jonathan, tried to sleep. The room was really a guest room or the room that Jonathan (Jennifer and Evelyn's older brother) stayed in when he had lost all his money gambling and couldn't pay the rent on his flat. At the moment, however, Jennifer was using the room while Rick, herself and Evelyn were fixing up the only downstairs bedroom for her. The room had the largest windows of all the bedrooms in the O'Connell house; the two windows took up the left wall. The windows were uncurtained, letting in the pasty pale light of the moon and the shadows that were associated with the dark. Jennifer lay, her head in the middle of a few propped up pillows, trying as hard as she could to sleep. However, all her efforts were failing because of the frequent nightmares Jennifer had been having for the past two weeks.
All of her nightmares involved her, Evelyn, Alex and Rick in the Egyptian desert where the oasis of Amh-Shre used to be. There, they had to face the God of Death Anubis, just as they had not long ago; only this time the outcome wasn't like the true outcome. Jennifer had to watch while Anubis brutally murdered the O'Connells and then he killed her. And the dreams were so real that Jennifer had trouble sleeping and always awoke in a cold sweat; she never told the O'Connells about her nightmares because a nineteen year old wasn't supposed to have 'nightmares' like a nine-year-old would. Besides, Jennifer figured they would just simply 'go away' anyway, once she got used to her new life in London was her only family.
Tonight, however, Jennifer hadn't been plagued by nightmares because she hadn't fallen asleep. Jennifer had spent all night tossing and turning and listening to the light rain fall on the windowpane; Jennifer was also awake when the rain had stopped and the clouds disappeared and the moon cast eerie shadows on the ground and into her room.
Jennifer sighed and threw the bedcovers away from her body, finally have had enough tossing and turning. Jennifer climbed out of bed and silently walked to the door. Jennifer's clammy hand wrapped itself around the copper doorknob and slowly twisted it open. Jennifer peered out into the dark hall, the single light downstairs reminded Jennifer of 'a light at the end of a tunnel'. Jennifer silently walked downstairs and entered the kitchen, glancing up at the old grandfather clock against the sitting room wall. The clock read 3:30 am; Jennifer sighed, it was going to be a long night and a long day.
Jennifer entered the kitchen; her bare feet tingled against the cold tile floor. The O'Connell's cat, Cleo, looked up at her as she entered the kitchen; Cleo was curled up against the oven, which was still warm from supper that evening. Cleo yawned and stretched then walked over to Jennifer, rubbing against her ankles.
Jennifer walked to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of milk; Alex had told her that warm milk was the best cure for sleeplessness. However, Jennifer wasn't suffering from sleeplessness -though she was being to wonder if she was really becoming an insomniac- but she figured the milk was worth a try. Jennifer walked to one of the cabinets and took out one saucer, one cup and one stove-pan; she poured some of the milk into the saucer and set it down for Cleo. The cat meowed and began lapping up the milk.
Jennifer poured some of the milk into stove-pan and put the pan on one of the burners. Jennifer went to but the milk back in the refrigerator and grabbed the book of matches out of a nearby door.
Jennifer walked back to the stove and took out one of the matches. Jennifer struck the match against the book and lit the stove burner; Jennifer blew out the match and put the book back.
When she returned to the stove, the milk was warm and on the verge of becoming hot. Carefully, Jennifer lifted the stove-pot off of the burner and without looking let the pot on the counter. The pot, however, did not land on the counter but teetered over the edge. When Jennifer took her hands off of the handle to blow the fire out of the stove, the stove-pot flipped over the edge and clattered onto the floor. The milk spilled everywhere; Cleo hissed and leapt onto the kitchen table, where she was not allowed. The milk burnt the tips of Jennifer's bare-toes before she could jump away. When the pot had fallen, Jennifer spun around instantly, startled and surprised.
Jennifer stared down at the pot and the milk, which was seeping into the cracks between the tiles. "Damn." Jennifer muttered and sighed. She blew the fire out of the oven and then gingerly walked over to the cabinet where Evelyn kept all the dishrags.
Upstairs, Evelyn and Rick were jolted from their sleep by a loud crash from downstairs. Still a little jumpy over the recent events with Anubis, they both climbed out of bed, going to investigate the noise downstairs.
Jennifer wasn't aware that her sister and brother-in-law had heard the noise of the pan so she wasn't aware that they were silently coming down the stairs.
Jennifer wiped up the milk and threw the soiled rag into the sink to wash later. Jennifer picked up the pan and placed it in the sink as well. She turned around, knowing that sleep was out of the question, to find Cleo to play with. However, as soon as Jennifer turned around, Cleo leapt off the table and ran into the sitting room.
"Cleo." Jennifer whispered as she headed after the fickle cat.
Rick and Evelyn saw Cleo leapt into the sitting room and onto the table. At first, Rick thought that maybe the cat had knocked down one of the vases or whatnot. However, when he saw a figure -hidden by the shadows- enter the sitting room as well.
Evelyn immediately recognized the figure as her sister and placed her hand on Rick's shoulder to reassure him that everything was all right. Rick stepped off the stairs and headed over to Jennifer to ask the girl what she was doing up at such an early hour.
Jennifer was still unaware of Evelyn or Rick's presences; she stooped slightly to retrieve the cat off the table, where it was not allowed to be either.
Jennifer gathered Cleo in her arms, holding the warm cat close to her. Cleo began to purr and rub her face against Jennifer's chin.
Jennifer turned around and ran right into Rick; Jennifer screamed bloody-murder as she ran into the man. Cleo leapt from her arms and ran under the table.
Evelyn immediately switched on a light and ran to her husband and sister; once the light was own, Jennifer sucked in a breath and looked to see who had surprised her. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was only Rick; Jennifer felt like her heart was jumping into her throat as she regained her composer. Instantly, Jennifer felt ashamed with herself for screaming like that; if it weren't for those nightmares she wouldn't have been so skittish and quick to scare.
Within minutes, Alex was also downstairs having been awakened by Jennifer's scream. Everyone was seated on the couch; Rick and Evelyn were questioning Jennifer about her late night/early morning outings. Jennifer just shrugged at all their questions.
"Why were you up so early?" Rick asked, looking at his sister-in-law.
Jennifer shrugged. "I'm an insomniac, remember?" Jennifer answered; referring to the lie she had told Rick to cover up her late night garden-conversation with Anubis nearly a month ago.
Once everything had settled down, everyone headed back upstairs. Jennifer cradled Cleo in her arms, not wanting to be alone for the reminder of the night.
After bidding her family goodnight, Jennifer entered her large room again; she dropped Cleo to the floor and shut the door behind her. Both Cleo and Jennifer climbed onto the large bed; Jennifer crawled under the covers and Cleo nestled herself on Jennifer's lap.
Jennifer wasn't in her room more then twenty minutes when there was a soft knock on the door. Cleo meowed as Jennifer climbed out of bed to see who was knocking. It was Alex, clutching his stuffed bear Paddy and looking up at her with sleep-filled eyes.
"I can't sleep Jennifer." The boy said. Jennifer let Alex into her room and shut the door behind them. Alex climbed into Jennifer's bed and snuggled under the covers; Cleo crawled over to Alex and lay down beside him.
Jennifer lay down in bed beside her nephew, this time she didn't get under the covers. Alex laid his head on Jennifer's shoulder and held Paddy tightly in his arms.
Within a few minutes the boy was asleep, his breathing slow and rhythmic with sleep. Jennifer closed her eyes and until the sun began to rise in the London sky, feigned sleep.
Without further ado, continue with the story; please R&R
NOTE: 'Cuschmares' which is the title is French for 'Nightmares.'
LAST NOTE: Story takes place about half a month after "The Mummy III-The Awakening".
Chapter One
Insomniac
Night had fallen on the O'Connell manor; all was dark inside the house except one light on that was always left on. The moonlight from the silver dollar shaped moon shown against the branches of the trees that surrounded the manor and cast finger like shadows on the cream-colored carpet below.
Down the long hall on the second floor, the bedrooms to the manor's inhabitants: Rick O'Connell, his wife Evelyn, their son Alex and Evelyn's little sister Jennifer. The first door on the right was the large bathroom that Jennifer and her nephew shared; there was a large claw-foot tub that was pushed against the side of the wall.
In first door on the right was Alex's room; the ten-year old boy was sleeping peacefully in his large bed. His head was nestled against the plush pillow and for once, he was sleeping in a normal position. Alex's room looked like any other nine-year olds' room would look except there were a lot more books crammed onto the wooden bookshelf; Alex's trucks lay all over the floor, despite what his father and mother said about picking them up.
The second room to the left was Alex's parent's bedroom; Evelyn and Rick shared a king-sized bed. The room was very neat with a bookshelf pressed against each wall; the room connected to a bathroom which was not as large as the other bathroom but large enough to suit their needs. Rick and Evelyn lay snuggled against each other in a deep sleep.
The last bedroom on the hall was perhaps the largest, or maybe the second largest (Rick and Evelyn's being the first). Inside this bedroom, Jennifer Carnahan, nineteen-year-old sister to Evelyn and Jonathan, tried to sleep. The room was really a guest room or the room that Jonathan (Jennifer and Evelyn's older brother) stayed in when he had lost all his money gambling and couldn't pay the rent on his flat. At the moment, however, Jennifer was using the room while Rick, herself and Evelyn were fixing up the only downstairs bedroom for her. The room had the largest windows of all the bedrooms in the O'Connell house; the two windows took up the left wall. The windows were uncurtained, letting in the pasty pale light of the moon and the shadows that were associated with the dark. Jennifer lay, her head in the middle of a few propped up pillows, trying as hard as she could to sleep. However, all her efforts were failing because of the frequent nightmares Jennifer had been having for the past two weeks.
All of her nightmares involved her, Evelyn, Alex and Rick in the Egyptian desert where the oasis of Amh-Shre used to be. There, they had to face the God of Death Anubis, just as they had not long ago; only this time the outcome wasn't like the true outcome. Jennifer had to watch while Anubis brutally murdered the O'Connells and then he killed her. And the dreams were so real that Jennifer had trouble sleeping and always awoke in a cold sweat; she never told the O'Connells about her nightmares because a nineteen year old wasn't supposed to have 'nightmares' like a nine-year-old would. Besides, Jennifer figured they would just simply 'go away' anyway, once she got used to her new life in London was her only family.
Tonight, however, Jennifer hadn't been plagued by nightmares because she hadn't fallen asleep. Jennifer had spent all night tossing and turning and listening to the light rain fall on the windowpane; Jennifer was also awake when the rain had stopped and the clouds disappeared and the moon cast eerie shadows on the ground and into her room.
Jennifer sighed and threw the bedcovers away from her body, finally have had enough tossing and turning. Jennifer climbed out of bed and silently walked to the door. Jennifer's clammy hand wrapped itself around the copper doorknob and slowly twisted it open. Jennifer peered out into the dark hall, the single light downstairs reminded Jennifer of 'a light at the end of a tunnel'. Jennifer silently walked downstairs and entered the kitchen, glancing up at the old grandfather clock against the sitting room wall. The clock read 3:30 am; Jennifer sighed, it was going to be a long night and a long day.
Jennifer entered the kitchen; her bare feet tingled against the cold tile floor. The O'Connell's cat, Cleo, looked up at her as she entered the kitchen; Cleo was curled up against the oven, which was still warm from supper that evening. Cleo yawned and stretched then walked over to Jennifer, rubbing against her ankles.
Jennifer walked to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of milk; Alex had told her that warm milk was the best cure for sleeplessness. However, Jennifer wasn't suffering from sleeplessness -though she was being to wonder if she was really becoming an insomniac- but she figured the milk was worth a try. Jennifer walked to one of the cabinets and took out one saucer, one cup and one stove-pan; she poured some of the milk into the saucer and set it down for Cleo. The cat meowed and began lapping up the milk.
Jennifer poured some of the milk into stove-pan and put the pan on one of the burners. Jennifer went to but the milk back in the refrigerator and grabbed the book of matches out of a nearby door.
Jennifer walked back to the stove and took out one of the matches. Jennifer struck the match against the book and lit the stove burner; Jennifer blew out the match and put the book back.
When she returned to the stove, the milk was warm and on the verge of becoming hot. Carefully, Jennifer lifted the stove-pot off of the burner and without looking let the pot on the counter. The pot, however, did not land on the counter but teetered over the edge. When Jennifer took her hands off of the handle to blow the fire out of the stove, the stove-pot flipped over the edge and clattered onto the floor. The milk spilled everywhere; Cleo hissed and leapt onto the kitchen table, where she was not allowed. The milk burnt the tips of Jennifer's bare-toes before she could jump away. When the pot had fallen, Jennifer spun around instantly, startled and surprised.
Jennifer stared down at the pot and the milk, which was seeping into the cracks between the tiles. "Damn." Jennifer muttered and sighed. She blew the fire out of the oven and then gingerly walked over to the cabinet where Evelyn kept all the dishrags.
Upstairs, Evelyn and Rick were jolted from their sleep by a loud crash from downstairs. Still a little jumpy over the recent events with Anubis, they both climbed out of bed, going to investigate the noise downstairs.
Jennifer wasn't aware that her sister and brother-in-law had heard the noise of the pan so she wasn't aware that they were silently coming down the stairs.
Jennifer wiped up the milk and threw the soiled rag into the sink to wash later. Jennifer picked up the pan and placed it in the sink as well. She turned around, knowing that sleep was out of the question, to find Cleo to play with. However, as soon as Jennifer turned around, Cleo leapt off the table and ran into the sitting room.
"Cleo." Jennifer whispered as she headed after the fickle cat.
Rick and Evelyn saw Cleo leapt into the sitting room and onto the table. At first, Rick thought that maybe the cat had knocked down one of the vases or whatnot. However, when he saw a figure -hidden by the shadows- enter the sitting room as well.
Evelyn immediately recognized the figure as her sister and placed her hand on Rick's shoulder to reassure him that everything was all right. Rick stepped off the stairs and headed over to Jennifer to ask the girl what she was doing up at such an early hour.
Jennifer was still unaware of Evelyn or Rick's presences; she stooped slightly to retrieve the cat off the table, where it was not allowed to be either.
Jennifer gathered Cleo in her arms, holding the warm cat close to her. Cleo began to purr and rub her face against Jennifer's chin.
Jennifer turned around and ran right into Rick; Jennifer screamed bloody-murder as she ran into the man. Cleo leapt from her arms and ran under the table.
Evelyn immediately switched on a light and ran to her husband and sister; once the light was own, Jennifer sucked in a breath and looked to see who had surprised her. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was only Rick; Jennifer felt like her heart was jumping into her throat as she regained her composer. Instantly, Jennifer felt ashamed with herself for screaming like that; if it weren't for those nightmares she wouldn't have been so skittish and quick to scare.
Within minutes, Alex was also downstairs having been awakened by Jennifer's scream. Everyone was seated on the couch; Rick and Evelyn were questioning Jennifer about her late night/early morning outings. Jennifer just shrugged at all their questions.
"Why were you up so early?" Rick asked, looking at his sister-in-law.
Jennifer shrugged. "I'm an insomniac, remember?" Jennifer answered; referring to the lie she had told Rick to cover up her late night garden-conversation with Anubis nearly a month ago.
Once everything had settled down, everyone headed back upstairs. Jennifer cradled Cleo in her arms, not wanting to be alone for the reminder of the night.
After bidding her family goodnight, Jennifer entered her large room again; she dropped Cleo to the floor and shut the door behind her. Both Cleo and Jennifer climbed onto the large bed; Jennifer crawled under the covers and Cleo nestled herself on Jennifer's lap.
Jennifer wasn't in her room more then twenty minutes when there was a soft knock on the door. Cleo meowed as Jennifer climbed out of bed to see who was knocking. It was Alex, clutching his stuffed bear Paddy and looking up at her with sleep-filled eyes.
"I can't sleep Jennifer." The boy said. Jennifer let Alex into her room and shut the door behind them. Alex climbed into Jennifer's bed and snuggled under the covers; Cleo crawled over to Alex and lay down beside him.
Jennifer lay down in bed beside her nephew, this time she didn't get under the covers. Alex laid his head on Jennifer's shoulder and held Paddy tightly in his arms.
Within a few minutes the boy was asleep, his breathing slow and rhythmic with sleep. Jennifer closed her eyes and until the sun began to rise in the London sky, feigned sleep.