There's one curse that they swept under the rug, that few people know about.
In 1956, on March 10, four Americans organized an excavation in Egypt and found a mummy they estimated to be at least six thousand years old.
They found a tomb in a pyramid base that had been demolished. After they found the mummy, they shipped it to the states to an unnamed museum.
It was later that one of the employees found a stone on which an inscription was found that was translated into a death curse for all principalities who caused the tomb to be disturbed, and that the curse of death would be upon each principality exactly one year later, and then exactly another year later, and so forth, till all the parties were extinguished.
On March 10, 1957, one of the four, the team leader, Denning, was celebrating at the anniversary of the excavation, and had a few too many, so his wife drove him home, but she was also inebriated.
You guess it. There was a wreck, and he was the only fatality.
On March 10, 1958, the second in command of the team, a teacher named Chaney, was found dead by his wife. Police suspected foul play, because the wife knew about the curse, and kept mentioning it, but no proof of foul play was ever found. His heart simply stopped.
On March 10, 1959, the two survivors met, and half way laughed, but witnesses say they were also nervous. Nerves may have played a part in the accident in which Professor Bissell was hit by a semi. Yes, he died.
On March 9, 1960, the last of them, a geologist named Graves, sealed himself in his house, with plenty of water and healthy snacks, in a cellar of a house that was locked up very well. An intruder would have to unbolt the front or back door, and also the door to the cellar.
March 10 came, and Graves gradually felt calmer and calmer as the day wore down. It was 11:45 pm. He looked to make sure he wasn't in a later time zone. He felt safe.
But he heard the front door get slammed down as if it was nothing. He heard footsteps come towards the cellar door. He calmed himself down, psyching himself not to die of fright. The cellar door crashed open.
At the top of the stairs, he couldn't believe it, but in the moonlight it was clearly a coffin. A coffin that glided down the stairs towards him at incredible speed.
He backed up, and the coffin came ever closer, and it was two minutes till midnight.
So he got out his Vic's formula 44 cough syrup and tossed it at the coffin, and the coffin vanished, because Vic's cough syrup always stopped the "coughin'".
True story. Look it up.
