You Can't Scare Me! by R. L. Stine Page B

stewardess told me, leaning over the seat. “Will someone be meeting you at the airport?”
    â€œYes. Probably an ancient Egyptian pharaoh,” I told her. “Or maybe a disgusting, decaying mummy.”
    She narrowed her eyes at me. “No. Really,” she insisted. “Who will be meeting you in Cairo?”
    â€œMy Uncle Ben,” I replied. “But he likes to play practical jokes. Sometimes he dresses in weird costumes and tries to scare me.”
    â€œYou told me that your uncle was a famous scientist,” the stewardess said.
    â€œHe is,” I replied. “But he’s also weird.”
    She laughed. I liked her a lot. She had pretty blond hair. And I liked the way she always tilted her head to one side when she talked.
    Her name was Nancy, and she had been very nice to me during the long flight to Egypt. She knew it was my first time flying all by myself.
    She kept checking on me and asking me how I was doing. But she treated me like a grown-up. She didn’t bring me one of those dumb connect-the-dots books or a plastic wings pin that they always give to kids on planes. And she kept slipping me extra bags of peanuts, even though she wasn’t supposed to.
    â€œWhy are you visiting your uncle?” Nancy asked. “Just for fun?”
    I nodded. “I did it last summer, too,” I told her. “It was really awesome! But this year, Uncle Ben has been digging in an unexplored pyramid. He’s discovered an ancient, sacred tomb. And he invited me to be with him when he opens it up.”
    She laughed and tilted her head a little more. “You have a good imagination, Gabe,” she said. Then she turned away to answer a man’s question.
    I
do
have a good imagination. But I wasn’t making that up.
    My uncle Ben Hassad is a famous archaeologist. He has been digging around in pyramids for lots of years. I’ve seen newspaper articles about him. And once he was in
National Geographic.
    Last summer, my entire family visited Cairo. My cousin Sari and I — she’s Uncle Ben’s daughter — had some amazing adventures down in the chambers of the Great Pyramid.
    Sari will be there this summer, too. I remembered, staring out the plane window at the solid blue sky. I wondered if maybe she would give me a break this time.
    I like Sari, but she’s so competitive! She always has to be the first, the strongest, the smartest, the best. She’s the only thirteen-year-old girl I know who can turn eating breakfast into a contest!
    â€œFlight attendants, prepare for landing,” the pilot announced over the loudspeaker.
    I sat up to get a better view out the window. As the plane lowered, I could see the city of Cairo beneath us. A slender blue ribbon curled along the city. That, I knew, was the Nile River.
    The city stretched out from the river. Peering straight down, I could see tall glass skyscrapers and low domed temples. Where the city ended, the desert began. Yellow sand stretched to the horizon.
    My stomach began to feel a little fluttery. The pyramids were somewhere out in that desert. And in a day or two, I would be climbing down into one of them, following my uncle into a tomb that hadn’t been opened for thousands of years.
    What would we find?
    I pulled the little mummy hand from my shirt pocket and gazed down at it. It was so tiny — no bigger than a child’s hand. I had bought it from a kid at a garage sale for two dollars. He said it was called a Summoner. He said it could summon ancient evil spirits.
    It looked like a mummy hand. The fingers were wrapped in stained gauze bandages with a little black tar showing through.
    I thought it was a fake, made of rubber or plastic. I mean, I never thought it was a real mummy hand.
    But last summer, the hand had saved all of our lives. The kid who sold it to me was right. It really did bring a bunch of mummies to life! It was amazing!

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