Gone

Kian stepped out of the plane with his backpack on one shoulder. He walked down the stairs at the airport to get to the hall where he should get his suitcase. When he walked into the hall he looked around, he noticed that there were a few people from his plane waiting for their suitcase. He saw a woman with two children an her side, both crying. He didn’t know why they were crying, but then he heard the woman say: “Sure, I will take care of them. They’re my nephew and niece! And since their uncle, aunt and big cousin died, my kids need to laugh a bit more too, so they can play together.” The rest of the conversation was about when and where the cremation would take place, but Kian didn’t want to listen anymore. He was happy that he was just on a holiday here in England. He came from America, California to be a little bit more preciously. Anyways, he came to get his suitcase. He noticed that there was a strange smell coming from the big thing, but he was too tired from the long journey to look what it was. He went to the exit and searched for the person to pick him up, his uncle from his mother’s side. His mom originally came from London, so he stays with his uncle, aunt, grandma and cousins every summer vacation. When he saw his uncle he was scared. His uncle’s eyes both looked weird. One eye was white and the other one black. His uncle said: “Step in the car, your aunt is waiting for you.” His uncle has never been so cold towards him, but he decided not to say anything about it. Instead he said “Hello,” No reaction. He said it another time. Again no reaction. Kian decided to say nothing anymore. When they came home, his aunt had the same strange thing with her eyes, one black and one white. He walked up the stairs, inside the spare room, threw his backpack on the bed and opened his suitcase. That’s when he remembered there was a strange smell. It was a smell of mold. He looked in the suitcase, but he didn’t see his own stuff. Instead he saw something way more disgusting than his own fresh clothes: what he saw was a mummy, a real mummy. The mummy moved his head. Kian screamed, he heard his four-year-old cousin starting to cry. He looked back at the mummy. The mummy who was using his suitcase as crypt. The creature stretched his arm and folded his fingers around Kian’s neck. He tried to scream, but he was already hanging in the arms of the mummy. The mummy dragged Kian inside the suitcase, climbed in it as well and closed the lid. In the meantime his aunt and uncle heard him screaming but couldn’t do anything. They saw things not in the right way, but more like there was a very thick fog everywhere. The couldn’t control what they were saying or what they were doing. They heard Kian scream, and then all of the strange things, like their sight, disappeared. They ran up the stairs, stormed inside the room and looked around. His backpack was lying on the bed, the suitcase was gone. Kian was gone.