I discovered a hidden staircase in Egypt Let me start by…
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I discovered a hidden staircase in Egypt
Let me start by saying my parents are archeologists. They go abroad to study or research things that have yet to be discovered, but it also means I'm constantly left at home by myself. When they do go home they stay for a few days, sometimes even a week if I'm lucky.
I don't hate them for what they do, but I do miss them. They must've realized this because when they got back home three days ago they told me I was coming with them to Egypt. I was excited. I never get to go on trips with them, especially if it involves work.
The plane ride to Egypt was nothing special. There were no movies on the flight, but I brought enough books to last me till we got home. We landed in Egypt after eleven hours, and it was beautiful. Seeing it in videos and pictures was nothing compared to seeing it in person. My parents smiled as they saw the sparkle in my eyes, we took a picture together to remember this moment forever.
It was a forty-five-minute drive to the specific pyramid where my parents and their team were researching. They told me I could help as long as I stayed within their sight. My dad handed me a brush, a notepad, and a pen, and I got to work. I would brush sand and dust away from the tiles with one hand and write down anything of value with the other.
While I was brushing, someone shouted, "Sandstorm!".
I turned around to see large gusts of wind carrying sand towards us quickly. I panicked. By the time I found my parents the sandstorm was already here. I was pushed against the ground before I could reach them. I rubbed my head as I looked around, I couldn't see anything or anyone through the storm. I had no idea if I was walking a straight path or in circles, but I eventually found a small staircase in the sand.
"Where did this staircase come from?" I thought. "I didn't wander off from the pyramid, right?"
This staircase must've been buried under all this sand, only revealed now by the raging storm. I didn't have time to think, I needed to get out of the storm. As I headed down into the darkness of the staircase, I pulled my phone out and turned up the brightness to use for light. It was so dusty down here that I couldn't walk without coughing.
I tried to call my mom and dad while I walked down the staircase further, but neither picked up their phones. As I was about to try to call my mom again, I made it to the last step. At the bottom of the stairs was a long hallway; the light on my phone couldn't reach the end of it. I wanted to stay put, but I had an idea--if I could discover something important down here, something not even my parents had discovered yet, then maybe I could be famous and make them proud.
I headed down the hallway with the only sound I heard was the storm raging above. I could feel my heart beating quickly as I walked towards the unknown. After five minutes I could see an entrance leading to a large room. I hurried my pace as I entered the room, and I shone the light all over.
It was amazing and bizarre, yet at the same time creepy. There were hieroglyphics all over the walls of the room, and I didn't know where to start. I decided to start with the hieroglyph in front of me. I couldn't understand it and there were chunks of the wall missing, but I tried my best to interpret the pictures that remained.
It showed Egyptians doing everyday tasks during that time period. Suddenly, they pointed up to circles in the sky. I had to skip over a few of the hieroglyphics that were missing, but, when I got to the next hieroglyph, I saw the Egyptians surrounded by cats. It almost looked like they were hypnotized by them. The next few hieroglyphics depicted the pyramids being built. The Egyptians had cats on their shoulders and it looked like they were riding them as the Egyptians carried stones.
I was confused. This seemed completely different from what I learned about the way the pyramids were built. The next hieroglyph showed that the pyramid was finally finished. It was surrounded by Egyptians bowing before it; in front of them were cats. The cats stared at it. No, it was more like they were staring above it. I moved the light to shine above the pyramid and nearly froze. Above the pyramid was a giant cat-like human. Judging from Egyptian culture, I think it was Bastet, the goddess of fertility and protection. It was said that she was originally a fierce warrior who protected those against disease and evil spirits, but in this hieroglyph, it looked as if she was the only god being worshipped. I looked all over and saw no other Egyptian gods.
"What is this?"
I continued to try and find more hieroglyphics, but there was nothing. I examined hieroglyphics that I had already seen and noticed something odd.
It looked like Roman numerals.
"Why were Roman numerals here of all places? I I MMXXVI?"
I tried to think what that would be.
There was a space between the first I I and I M, maybe this could be a date? “I” would be one. So, January 1st. But what would the last number be? A year?
"There you are!" a voice came from behind me, I turned around to see my dad.
Apparently, the sandstorm had ended half an hour ago and everyone was searching for me. I showed my dad the hieroglyphics, but he was more concerned about my well-being and told me we would come back later. I looked back inside the room before my dad escorted me out and up the staircase.
The next day my parents put me on the next flight home. They said there were more sandstorms to be expected and they didn't want me to get hurt, but they would be back home next month to celebrate the last few days of the year, and to start the brand new year of 2026 together.
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Let me start by saying my parents are archeologists. They go abroad to study or research things that have yet to be discovered, but it also means I'm constantly left at home by myself. When they do go home they stay for a few days, sometimes even a week if I'm lucky.
I don't hate them for what they do, but I do miss them. They must've realized this because when they got back home three days ago they told me I was coming with them to Egypt. I was excited. I never get to go on trips with them, especially if it involves work.
The plane ride to Egypt was nothing special. There were no movies on the flight, but I brought enough books to last me till we got home. We landed in Egypt after eleven hours, and it was beautiful. Seeing it in videos and pictures was nothing compared to seeing it in person. My parents smiled as they saw the sparkle in my eyes, we took a picture together to remember this moment forever.
It was a forty-five-minute drive to the specific pyramid where my parents and their team were researching. They told me I could help as long as I stayed within their sight. My dad handed me a brush, a notepad, and a pen, and I got to work. I would brush sand and dust away from the tiles with one hand and write down anything of value with the other.
While I was brushing, someone shouted, "Sandstorm!".
I turned around to see large gusts of wind carrying sand towards us quickly. I panicked. By the time I found my parents the sandstorm was already here. I was pushed against the ground before I could reach them. I rubbed my head as I looked around, I couldn't see anything or anyone through the storm. I had no idea if I was walking a straight path or in circles, but I eventually found a small staircase in the sand.
"Where did this staircase come from?" I thought. "I didn't wander off from the pyramid, right?"
This staircase must've been buried under all this sand, only revealed now by the raging storm. I didn't have time to think, I needed to get out of the storm. As I headed down into the darkness of the staircase, I pulled my phone out and turned up the brightness to use for light. It was so dusty down here that I couldn't walk without coughing.
I tried to call my mom and dad while I walked down the staircase further, but neither picked up their phones. As I was about to try to call my mom again, I made it to the last step. At the bottom of the stairs was a long hallway; the light on my phone couldn't reach the end of it. I wanted to stay put, but I had an idea--if I could discover something important down here, something not even my parents had discovered yet, then maybe I could be famous and make them proud.
I headed down the hallway with the only sound I heard was the storm raging above. I could feel my heart beating quickly as I walked towards the unknown. After five minutes I could see an entrance leading to a large room. I hurried my pace as I entered the room, and I shone the light all over.
It was amazing and bizarre, yet at the same time creepy. There were hieroglyphics all over the walls of the room, and I didn't know where to start. I decided to start with the hieroglyph in front of me. I couldn't understand it and there were chunks of the wall missing, but I tried my best to interpret the pictures that remained.
It showed Egyptians doing everyday tasks during that time period. Suddenly, they pointed up to circles in the sky. I had to skip over a few of the hieroglyphics that were missing, but, when I got to the next hieroglyph, I saw the Egyptians surrounded by cats. It almost looked like they were hypnotized by them. The next few hieroglyphics depicted the pyramids being built. The Egyptians had cats on their shoulders and it looked like they were riding them as the Egyptians carried stones.
I was confused. This seemed completely different from what I learned about the way the pyramids were built. The next hieroglyph showed that the pyramid was finally finished. It was surrounded by Egyptians bowing before it; in front of them were cats. The cats stared at it. No, it was more like they were staring above it. I moved the light to shine above the pyramid and nearly froze. Above the pyramid was a giant cat-like human. Judging from Egyptian culture, I think it was Bastet, the goddess of fertility and protection. It was said that she was originally a fierce warrior who protected those against disease and evil spirits, but in this hieroglyph, it looked as if she was the only god being worshipped. I looked all over and saw no other Egyptian gods.
"What is this?"
I continued to try and find more hieroglyphics, but there was nothing. I examined hieroglyphics that I had already seen and noticed something odd.
It looked like Roman numerals.
"Why were Roman numerals here of all places? I I MMXXVI?"
I tried to think what that would be.
There was a space between the first I I and I M, maybe this could be a date? “I” would be one. So, January 1st. But what would the last number be? A year?
"There you are!" a voice came from behind me, I turned around to see my dad.
Apparently, the sandstorm had ended half an hour ago and everyone was searching for me. I showed my dad the hieroglyphics, but he was more concerned about my well-being and told me we would come back later. I looked back inside the room before my dad escorted me out and up the staircase.
The next day my parents put me on the next flight home. They said there were more sandstorms to be expected and they didn't want me to get hurt, but they would be back home next month to celebrate the last few days of the year, and to start the brand new year of 2026 together.
#entertainment
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