The Mummy's Ghost

Before our god,

Amon-Ra,

you are Yousef Bey,

son of Abdul Melek?

I am, O Father.

I have answered your summons.

You are prepared to

undertake a mission?

I am.

And to live your life

according to

the pattern decreed

by the Priests of Arkam?

I am.

Hear then.

Three thousand years ago

lived the Princess Ananka

and a young man, Kharis.

They dared to love each other.

But Ananka was

a priestess initiate of Arkam,

and such a love was forbidden.

The princess died,

her soul accursed forever.

Kharis was buried

with her.

Then,

thirty years ago...

An expedition located

and entered the tomb

of Ananka.

Managing to escape

the guarding mummy,

they brought the body

of the Princess Ananka

here to America.

It is now one of

the choice possessions

of the Scripps Museum.

This, however,

did not end the matter.

The secret cult,

the Priests of Arkam,

smuggled the monster Kharis

into this country,

and right into

our own vicinity, Mapleton.

He was turned loose,

and every living member

of the party

who had dared set foot

into that faraway tomb

died by his hands.

The monster itself

was later consumed

in the flames of

the Banning house.

And thus ended

a reign of terror

which, remarkably enough,

had its origin centuries ago.

- Professor Norman.

- Yes?

I know the papers said

the mummy really lived and...

That's right.

But it's incredible.

I believe maybe

it was a man made up

as a mummy,

to keep the legend alive.

I saw the creature.

I analyzed the mold found

on the wrappings

about his body.

I saw him moving around,

and so did hundreds

of other people.

Yes, Miss McLean?

Wasn't he kept alive

by the fluid from

some sort of leaves?

He was. Tana leaves.

They grew from a low bush

found centuries ago

in Central Africa.

Quite extinct now.

A quantity of

them was found among

the effects of

Professor Banning,

the man who first discovered

the mummy's tomb.

The authorities

gave me permission

to take them for

scientific research,

but how they could

preserve life indefinitely

is still a mystery.

If Banning knew the solution,

the secret died with him.

But the laboratory has

solved mysteries before,

and perhaps someday...

Which brings us

to the end of our discussion.

I assure you that

in our next class,

we will concern

ourselves solely

with the history of Egypt,

and not with the more lurid

and non-curricular subject

of living mummies.

Good afternoon.

Hey, Tom.

Coming out for

practice tomorrow?

Yep.

What do you make of

all this Egyptian mummy stuff

that Norman's

been dishing out?

I don't make

anything of it.

It's out of my line.

I thought maybe

your girlfriend could

throw a little

light on the subject.

You're crazy.

How would Amina know

any more about it

than you or I?

Well,

she's an Egyptian, isn't she?

At least her ancestors were.

And your ancestors

used to live in caves,

so maybe you can tell us

where to find

the missing link.

Oh, don't get angry now.

If she was my girlfriend,

I'd ask her.

Well, she isn't,

so don't bother.

Hi there, Peanuts.

You been a good boy today?

Missed your poppy,

didn't you?

Oh, that demonstration

is just gratitude

for leaving him in

my company all afternoon.

Which proves that his judgment

and taste are as good

as his master's.

Say, isn't it about

your quitting time?

In just a few minutes.

What's this?

Hmm.

"The Tombs of Ancient Egypt. "

Say, Norman would be

interested in these.

You should've heard

him this afternoon.

Gave us an eyewitness account

of that 3,000-year-old

Egyptian mummy

wandering around here,

strangling people.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I...

What is it, Amina?

Why do you

always get so jittery

if I mention

anything about Egypt?

Please, Tom,

do we have to

talk about it?

Why not? You're Egyptian.

That makes it important

and interesting to me.

But whenever I speak

of it, you freeze up.

I know.

I can't help it.

Something happens to me

when I think of Egypt.

But what's wrong

with Egypt, darling?

It's as modern and up-to-date

as any other country.

I know all that,

but...

Please, if you don't mind,

I'd rather not talk about it.

All right, darling.

I'm sorry.

Well, you ready to go?

Yes.

I have to take these books

to Professor Norman.

Amina, what's wrong?

I don't know.

I feel so tired

all of a sudden.

You're working too hard,

that's what,

and I come in here and get you

all upset with my talk

about mummies.

I'll take these books

over for you,

and you go

get some rest, okay?

Okay.

However, that doesn't mean

I'm letting you off

our date tonight.

Come on, Peanuts.

The world believes

it has destroyed Kharis,

but through the sacred message

brought to us

by the most holy spirit

of Amon-Ra,

we know that he still lives.

Kharis still lives?

Lives only for the purpose

for which he was created,

to guard Ananka's tomb

until the end of time.

Your mission

is to bring him back to Egypt,

and with him,

Ananka, his beloved princess.

Now swear

by the ancient gods of Egypt

that you will never rest

until the Princess Ananka

and Kharis

have been returned

to their rightful

resting places

in these tombs.

I swear

by the mighty power

of Amon-Ra,

whose anger can

shatter the world,

and by the dread horror

of Set,

that I shall

never forsake my trust

as a Priest of Arkam.

Nor shall I rest

until the Princess Ananka

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