Mummy Issues - Part 7

OK, it has been quite a long time since I last published part of my novella, so hopefully those who read it, didn't forget what happened. For those who haven't read it, if you want to give it a try  the link to part 1 should be somewhere around this post  (but also of course you can scroll down :) ). NOTE: It isn't an erotic book, but it I do appear in it, lol --- Chapter 3 - Part 1The persistent knock on the door jolted me out of a restless sleep. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, shaking off the remnants of unsettling dreams that had been spurred by my adventure in the attic. Who could it be? My heart started pounding in my chest and my eyes shot open, immediately alert -The strangers from couple of days ago! The house was silent, save for the ringing echo of the knock. Gathering myself, I swung my legs over my bed and planted my feet on the floor. As I approached the door, apprehension gripped me. Yet, I pulled it open and was met with the sight I had been dreading: two men stood in the morning light, casting long shadows. One of them was looking directly at me, while the other's gaze was already scanning the hall behind me. "Good morning, Sami.” I was shocked that they knew my name, but I somehow managed to find my voice. “Good morning”. “I think your father, has… misplaced something of ours.”. There was hint of accusation in his words. “Sorry mister, my father is not at home. What did he misplace?”. The other man chuckled lightly, the sound strangely unsettling, and he was just about to make a move and go pass me, when a slight thump echoed from the attic. Both men turned their attention towards the sound, their eyes reflecting a new spark of interest. Instinctively I looked back too, up the stairs towards the attic, my mouth dropping open when I heard more creaking noises and another scuffling sound. "And who might that be?” While my mind was was wondering the same, I looked back at them, and tried to fake a smile. “Mu…, my… my uncle, he's here while my father is... away for a bit. He'll be back soon though." The two men exchanged a knowing look. "Oh, we doubt that," one of them said. His words were laced with a chilling certainty that made my skin crawl. More creaking noise from the attic seemed to confirm my previous statement. They scrutinized me a moment longer before they turned to leave. “If you do find something strange, keep in mind it is ours.” I closed the door, my heart still racing. But I didn’t have time to ponder a lot about the visitors, as my immediate attention was now directed up the stairs, toward the attic and its creaks and groans. Of course my first thought was about the Mummy. What if she had arisen? But no, that was stupid. She was dead! Indeed, she had been for a very long time! But… Maybe the salve worked? I walked up the steps quietly and slowly. The sounds stopped. I held my breath as I put my hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly, my heart pounding. Should I say something, announce my entering? But what was the point—it probably was just mice in the attic, I told myself. I let the door swing open, groaning on its hinges in a way that made me wince, it was far too quiet in the house. I almost jumped out of my skin when my eyes drew naturally to the crate at the back of the room - my heart stopped for a moment, my mouth hanging open with my eyes wide. There, in the opened crate, I could see the Mummy, who had somehow managed to pull herself upright; she was sitting in the crate, her upper half visible to me. I couldn’t notice any movement, and though I concentrated, I couldn’t tell even if she was breathing. But then suddenly I noticed her dark lashes fluttering, trying to open her eyes. I looked on, terrified—she was alive!! She was still partly covered in the wrappings I had not cut away - they remained around her beautiful and curvaceous body covering her breasts and parts of her arms. Her flame-colored red hair tumbled about her pale, creamy shoulders, and all of a sudden, she stopped fluttering those long lashes— with a sudden burst of movement her eyes opened wide and she looked directly at me! Wild, green eyes, exquisite and the color of emeralds stared at me unblinkingly. I felt a cry rising up in my throat, but I choked it down, while my face paled. I could not believe what I was seeing, my hand scrabbled for the doorknob and I balked, wanting to pivot and stumble back, slam the door shut—but I did not. I remained frozen to the spot, my throat working until my mouth formed the only word I could think of to say— “Ar.. are… are you real??” I blurted, afraid of what she might do to me. The Mummy’s eyes remained fastened on me. Her eyes were wide, her face pale, her slender brows furrowing and her full, sensuous mouth was turned down at the corners. I was trying to read her expression. Was she angry?