Archeologist Jacques Powell was excavating yet another tomb of a pharaoh. His camera man, Charlie Stow, photographs the heiroglyphs and walls if the intricate tomb.

The tomb belonged to an unknown pharaoh and Jacques was hoping to find evidence as to who it was. Charlie was sent off to do his normal job and Jacques stood over the workers.

One worker cried out during the beginning of day three excavation as a cobra struck his sandalded foot. A stretcher was carried down to the dig site and he was rushed to the hospital. Jacques watched from the corner of his eye. They were dropping like flies. This was the area of the second entrance to the Pharaoh's tomb. It had to be.

In the other entrance, Charlie kneeled on the floor of the tomb, a bright flash and a shift of his knees and photography bag was all the movement made in the entrance hall.

Click.

Shhhhhhhh.

Click.

Shhhhhhhh.

Click.

Shhhh-dum.

Charlie stopped dead in his tracks.

The scream echoed through the whole camp. The workers andJ acques froze. After a moment of fear they took off in the direction of the sound. The entrance was vacant. Charlie was gone and the only thing left was his bag and camera. Fear rose in the workers. The talked in Arabic about their fear for wat happened to Charlie. Jacques brushed it off by saying he went to relieve himself.

Yet Charlie was not seen again that night.