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Ack-Ahmnotem the Mummy

Over FORTY more photos of Ack-Ahmnotem can be seen at:
http://alittlecharacter.com/item.html?id=mummy_ackahmnotem

Character Dimensions: 12" x 8" x 13.5"

The museum was many miles behind us but the exhibits still played through my mind. I enjoy a museum like that, where the displays seem to linger, images seared into the brain raising questions and ideas long after the doors are shut and you're driving back home.
"They always show Mummies coming to life in the movies." I finally said.
"Hmmm," My husband answered, he was half asleep, head against the passenger door, for all of 2 seconds. The swiftness of his waking up startled me. His head raised and his voice was filled with dismay. "I left my wallet on top of the wall."
"What?" I asked, confused. But just as suddenly I knew exactly what he was talking about, exactly what wall and how he could come to have left his wallet there. When you travel with out a tripod you'll use anything to prop the camera for just the right angle. So while we had the perfect photo of us in the museum parking lot, compliments of the best photographer in the world, the self-timer, we were short one wallet.
"Well bright side of this I get to do a u-turn and we can console ourselves with ice cream from the next convenience store we see." We grinned at each other, swung the car in the direction we just came and drove back to the museum. The sun setting at our backs, the road darkening.
The gravel of the parking lot crunched under the wheels of the car as the headlights swung across the empty lot. The building was closed up tight for the night, darkened but for the weak yellow security lights. I took the liberty of parking near where we'd posed for the photo, just a few hours earlier. Car lights cutting through the darkness we could see it already. One innocuous square lump of leather sitting on a brick wall, we heaved sighs of relief and got out of the car.
The air had the heavy damp feeling of night, as if the darkness was an actual physical weight, but at least it was warm.
We got out of the car and stood for a moment, stretching our legs, breathing in the peace and quiet until that moment happened. The one where the soft cozy feeling of peace slowly twists the nerves. I shivered, and glanced nervously about.
"Does something feel....different?" I asked, my voice harsh and loud in the night after the silence of a few moments before.
My husband glanced around, back towards the closed museum and before he could answer the security lights dimmed.
"That's weird." He said, and I agreed.
We watched together, standing in the puddle of light spilling from the car and saw as the museum's security lights dimmed and dimmed until there was only the faintest glowing.
"The bulbs burnt out? Maybe?" It was the only thing I could think of.
I squinted my eyes straining to read the expression on my husband's face when my brain finally clicked into gear. "The car!" I tried not to sound as wildly panicked as I suddenly felt but the headlights had dimmed so gradually and low that I could barely see my husband just a few yards away.
It was then that the temperature dropped. I mean fell so fast that one moment warm damp air enveloped me and the next it felt like I was breathing jagged ice. I shivered, holding my arms tight and scuttled closer to my husband.
"What the?" I didn't even know how to phrase the question, to verbalize what was happening. But something was happening. The air around us grew colder, I was covered in goosebumps, clutching my husband's arm, eyes adjusting to the dark. No longer surrounded in harsh yellow headlights but just the weak, silvery light of the moon overhead. Our breathing puffed out in twin clouds, it couldn't be, shouldn't be that cold...but it was.
With worried thoughts about a dying car battery and being stranded in the parking lot of a middle of nowhere museum, we turned towards the car.
The sound of a moan cutting through the frigid air froze us in our spot. Heads turned, hearts beating, hands clutching each other until our fingers were knotted together. Before we could question aloud what we were hearing, the moan happened again. Not animal....human? Was there the hint of words in that long tortured sound? Impossibly, as the moan grew louder the air grew colder still. Our teeth chattered and for a moment the insanity, of shivering violently on what was moments a go a warm summer night, distracted my mind from the other sounds disturbing the darkness.
The foot steps. The dragging crunch of gravel just on the other side of the brick wall. Too loud to be animal, too evenly spaced and now...too close.
"We should go." I whispered.
"My wallet." My husband whispered back and we stared in horror to where we knew it lay on the wall.
I wanted to say 'Leave it.' I almost laughed out loud, what kind of state were we getting our selves worked in to here? A few hours ago this was a fun touristy spot, and now a few odd things like dimming lights and extreme cold and I was considering driving off and leaving the wallet.
We crept forward, I winced as we walked. Every step we took was like an explosion of sound. It was impossible to move quietly on the gravel. My ears strained, the wallet seemed further away than ever, impossible to see in the dark. We edged closer to the brick wall, a shadowy hulking shape in the dark, thinly lit by the moon.
It was my husband who was closet. Who reached out and laid his hand on the wall, I heard the rough sound of his palm sliding over brick, feeling his way in the dark to find his wallet. His hiss of exasperation puffed out in a white cloud, I shivered and laid my palm on the wall. The brick icy cold, and began feeling for the wallet as well.
There's a feeling you get when you bump into a stranger. An instant sense of 'oops, pardon me' before you can even fully understand what just happened an apology leaps to the tip of the tongue.
When my hand bumped fingers, I knew it wasn't my husband and in the fraction of a second before my brain signaled my mouth to scream I almost apologized for the intrusion. The fingers were icy cold, hard and leathery. They turned and before I could draw a breath they gripped my hand.
I screamed then, and I saw my husband swing around from his end of the wall, still searching for the wallet. I batted in front of me, hands grazing tangled threads and crispy linens. The dusty scent of age and rotten material filled my nose. I screamed again, the grip on my hand weakened and miraculously the car lights brightened.
I could have yanked my hand away, the grip was slack enough but so was my entire body. I stared face to...face...inches from an impossibility.
Eyes glittered with some emotion I couldn't name. I heard my husband's indrawn breath of alarm, his feet digging into the gravel as he launched towards us. The creature seemed to shrink away, blinking in the glare of the lights and I heard it hiss, "Mine." but the way the words drug out his mouth full of gleaming teeth it sounded like "Minnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne."
"What? What?" I asked, desperatly trying to tug away from his grasp, the bony fingers seeming to find new strength. I was glad of the wall between us as the car lights dimmed once more and the thing...the person that was no longer quite a person, wrapped in greying rags, hissed once more, "Minnnnnnnne. The offfffffffffffffeeeeeeeeerrrrinnnnng...."
My husband's hands clamped on my shoulder tugging me away. For a moment we all stood, the 3 of us forming a triangle. It, the creature on the other side of the wall and my husband and I. Maybe we should have already been running but it made no more advances. Just reached out with desperate hands clutching ineffectually at the air, as if the wall was some great inpenetrable barrier.
I heard my husband's whisper of "What IS that? From the museum? A....MUMMY?"
I don't think I'd blinked at all in the last five minutes which now felt like five hours.
The mummy stared back with unblinking eyes as well, until finally they lowered and settled on the wall. I squinted and could just barely make out my husband's wallet.
"Noooo way. It thinks your wallet is an offering!" I suddenly realized. Great, our quick day trip at playing tourist had resurrected a Mummy? That is some serious bad luck!
The mummy was grabbing at the wall, moaning under it's breath the whole time, "Minnnnnnnnnnnnnnne."
I knew we were weighing our options. The difficulty of replacing the entire contents of a wallet versus enciting the wrath of an un-dead creature we'd awakened.
Canceled credit cards versus annoyed thousand year old guy.
My husband edged closer to the wall and reached out to snatch his wallet back. The mummy turned and tried to grab at him, leathery hands just missing the back of my husband's shirt. As it's arms waved, clutching at air the wallet was snatched and we dashed to the car and threw ourselves inside.
Instantly the car lights returned to full. The mummy seemed to shrink under their glare. The security lights of the museum blinked on and the life seemed to drain out of the mummy in front of our very eyes. Standing there, rags fluttering in the wind, the lifeless shell as it had been in the museum just hours before.
My husband started the car, it's engine competed with our harsh and labored breathing.
Sweet relief poured through me as the car moved, for a few moments I'd wondered if we were going to spend the night stuck in the parking lot, locked in our car, coming up with explanations for the museum people as to why one of their most popular exhibits was standing outside.
As we swung the car around I saw the Mummy fully on the other side of the wall. No longer standing straight and arms to it's side but rather caught forever in it's last desperate grab to keep the wallet.
I couldn't help it. I felt bad.....I wondered if it was the wallet in particular or if any offering would do....
I am not a fan of littering, in fact, very much against it, but I impulsively threw my wrist watch out the car window, as we pulled away from the parking lot. I didn't think this counted.
The low moan of the mummy chased us down the road. The shivers racing across our skin as we exchanged a wordless glance in the dim interior of the car had nothing to do with the cold.

Over FORTY more photos of Ack-Ahmnotem can be seen at:
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Character Dimensions: 12" x 8" x 13.5"
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