MUMMY MATTHEW

Then you scream & run away. They shuffle off after you until you take a wrong turn in the pyramid & suddenly find you can't get away. It's like in your dreams, if you eat a big curry after ten o'clock at night & you're in bed all stuck in a nightmare, meat sweats & all that, frozen in terror, in a blind alley with no escape... You try to run, but you run real, real slow, like a spooky slow motion dream run & the shuffling Mummy catches up with your ass. He then snaps all your bones & disembowels you alive, making you pay in fresh blood for the curse of your forefathers etc. It's the same blood you see drip from your still beating heart, in that single moment, the moment just after he's ripped it out of your chest & you glimpse it, just as you slip from an excruciating mortal agony, away into a deep, deep, unconsciousness... He's not a fan of gospel hands, bum-fluff beards, air pianos, or 'do the hokey-kokie'.