“Fancy a drink?” Dave asks.
“I’m teleconferencing with head office soon, so not tonight,” Jillian replies.
“Don’t work too hard then.” He smiles, exiting the gazebo with a laugh.
The discovery of a mummy at the dig site was unexpected and moving it was complicated, requiring daily overtime from an exhausted Jillian.
She slumps back in her chair, closing her eyes briefly. Movement outside the gazebo makes her jump, just as a hand closes around her throat.
Jillian wakes in darkness, underneath something dusty and rotting. Horrified, she realises she’s in the mummy’s coffin.
That same hand strangles her screams.
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