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It was Hutepi. Queen of the Nile.

A real mummy.

"Listen," said Jack. He kept reading: Next it was covered with oil. Then it was wrapped tightly in bandages. The brain was removed by --

Her broken teeth were showing. Her little wrinkled ears. Her squashed nose. Her withered flesh. Her hollow eye sockets.

"Yuck! Stop!" cried Annie. "Good-bye!" She dashed out of the room.

"Come on, Jack. Hurry!" cried Annie. She was standing by the door.

"No," said Jack. "It's interesting."

Bandages were still wrapped around the bald skull. But most of the bandages had come off the face.

"Annie!" called Jack. "We have to give her the Book of the Dead!"

Jack pulled out the Egypt book and flipped to a picture of a mummy. He read aloud: Ancient Egyptians tried to protect the body so it would last forever. First it was dried out with salt.

Plus the rotting bandages on her body were coming off. You could see bones.

"Wait, Annie."

"Ugh, stop!" said Annie.

"Oh, gross!" cried Annie. "Let's go!"

"Forget it!" said Annie. She started out of the room.

Jack held his breath as he backed away. Out of the mummy room. Out of the boat room. Down the stairs.

"Annie!"

No answer.

At the bottom of the stairs, he heaved his own sigh. A sigh of relief.

He looked down the hallway. It was empty.

Had she run out of the pyramid? Was she already outside?

Where in the world was Annie?

"Help, Jack!"

Jack started down the hallway.

"Annie!" he called. He went back toward the burial chambers.

"Hey! Where are you?" he said.

"Help, Jack!" Her cry seemed fainter.

"Help, Jack!" came a cry. The voice sounded far away.

"Annie!" he called.

Was it just his imagination? Or did a deep sigh seem to shudder throughout the room? Did the mummy's face grow calmer?

Jack reached into his pack. He pulled out the scroll and the scepter. He put them next to the mummy's skull.

It was Annie! Where was she?

Jack stopped.

"Annie!"

He was running away from her voice.

Jack started to run. Along the shadowy hallway.

But Annie was gone.

She was running through the hallway toward him.

There! Her voice was louder.

Jack and Annie turned around. They looked up the stairs.

They were just like the stairs in the other hallway.

Just then they heard a creaking noise.

It was just like the other hallway.

"Jack!" Even louder!

"Jack!"

She crashed into him.

He went down into the hallway. It was lit by torches on the wall.

"A false passage?" said Annie, panting.

He looked around the room. At the furniture. The musical instruments. The boat.

"I was lost!" she cried.

"Jack!"

"Jack!"

"Annie!" he called.

"Annie!"

Jack dashed through it. He found himself at the top of some stairs.

"I think this is one of those false passages. Built to fool the tomb robbers," said Jack.

Then he saw it. Another door! Right next to the door he had just come through.

The other door was open.

"Yeah, it looks just like the right hallway," said Jack. "We have to go back into the boat room. And out the right door."

Jack climbed the stairs. He went back into the boat room.

Then they watched in horror as the door slowly creaked shut.

A deep sound rumbled in the distance. And all the torches went out.