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The Offering

... something for him.” “I’m not feeling so well either,” Cynthia revealed. “Go on back to the camp, then. I’ll be back in just a couple of minutes.” Cynthia shivered and hugged her arms around her. “Be careful.” Cameron nodded and continued to the tomb, her steps quickening unconsciously from the discontent she felt. She hurried through her inspection of the tomb, ensuring that nobody was still inside before returning to the entrance to lock the doors. She paused at the interior door when an odd sound reached her. It started as a low whistle, steadily growing in strength. Then, Cameron heard voices raised in alarm. As she fumbled with the keys, attempting to lock the doors so she could return to the surface to see what was wrong, the sandstorm struck. Cameron spun and gasped as the wall of sand instantly turned dusk into night. Even the lights strung through the tomb dimmed as the sand made its way into the long corridor. Instinctively, she jerked open the door and slammed it behind her, cutting off the sound of the storm and blocking out the encroaching sand. For a few seconds, she panicked, thinking that she might very well have just buried herself alive. She calmed as the storm continued to blow, and only a thin layer of sand accumulated on the floor of the corridor. The length of the tunnel provided her some relative assurance that even a long sandstorm couldn’t possibly prevent her from escaping once it ended. Since the door opened inward, it also couldn’t trap her that ...

... way. She turned away from the door and followed the corridor to the first chamber of the tomb. Her hands still shaking a little, Cameron unzipped her pouch to put away her keys, trying not to look back through the glass of the interior door at the swirling sand beyond. The linen sachet that the dark-haired woman had given her caught Cameron’s eye. She pulled out the pouch and noticed that it was decorated with an image of Bastet. Now curious, and thankful for the distraction, Cameron untied the strings holding the top closed, and opened it. “It can’t be,” Cameron whispered as she pulled out the object inside. She glanced at the altar and moved toward it without thought. Upon reaching the altar, she held the woman’s gift above it. The ivory pin on the bottom of the scarab shaped base lined up perfectly. When she inserted it, the thick, two inch phallus protruded from the altar, obviously a part of it. Even as Cameron pondered how the woman had acquired the artifact, the words she’d spoken sparked memory. This day, Halloween in the modern world, coincided perfectly with a day on the Egyptian calendar – The Feast of Bastet. Before Cameron could begin to ponder those thoughts, she felt a sharp chill flow throughout her body. A moment later, she heard the hollow, unearthly sound of cats growling. The sound of women’s voices joined those of the felines, the words indistinguishable but filled with a combination of pain and anger. The sounds seemed to emanate from deeper in the tomb, ...