Story The amulet

Introduction:
This is a fantastic* story I wrote in French class, and then translated it in English because I thought it would be interesting to post it here ^^
So, you're aware that it may contains a few grammar mistakes.​

*By the way, I'm not saying the story is fantastic, it's the litterature style - which might be the wrong english traduction - Some well-known autors: Edgar Allan Poe, Guy de Maupassant...

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The amulet​

What a busy night! The whole family was there to celebrate the ninetieth birthday of a rich Corsican owner. The elders were discussing, drinking champagne, while young people were sitting, phone in hand. A thirty years old historian stood up abruptly, and drew attention to an object that he boasted of having bought in auction. The great-grandfather who was celebrating his birthday had recoiled when he saw that he had brought.

"Young man, don't you dare to talk about this relic in this way!

-Calm down Grandpa, this object is just a vulgar cobblestone!” He said with a grin.

Probably because of the pride of the arrogant young man, the grandfather couldn’t help telling the story of this despicable amulet, the story of his life.

"You see, this relic has haunted me for over thirty years, I'll do something I've never done before, tell you her story."

It started when I was still an archaeologist, I was exactly thirty-two years old and I was a little naïve. I worked near Giza for more than two months with a team of researchers. The site where we worked was known as sheltering the remains of an ancient pyramid buried in the sand.

The excavations lasted in vain despite our organization for a long time. A full moon night, I stayed on the site of the researches. It was around eleven O’ clock but I continued to dig despite the fatigue, without apparent reason. Suddenly, a dozen of snakes and geckos escaped of the stones! My arms were shaking, but I kept looking in the light of my Jeep headlights...

I made a wrong move and my fingers touched a smooth surface. A burst of excitement ran through my body and I was rushing to dig up my find. I discovered a white amulet in the shape of pyramid. A carved snake wound around the stone and golden inscriptions engraved on the base of the object seemed to shine in the light of the moon...

Exhausted, I took the steering wheel and went to sleep. The next day, after a restless night, I woke up early facing a feverishness that didn't look like me. I was thinking about the events of yesterday, to my disrespect to this historical object. I had no right to take over the work of my team, which is expected to return from a right to an Egyptian Museum!

My obsession with the amulet instinctively brought me to the nearest village, there, I knew a young expert in ancient languages who could tell me more about the hieroglyphs engraved on the base of the miniature pyramid. The young Egyptian greeted me and offered me some tea. After a few sips I showed him my find, his face marked astonishment mixed with surprise; He seemed fascinated by the precision of the relic.

He had recoiled in deciphering the gold inscriptions, it seemed now frightened by what he was reading.

"It says a curse here, my friend... »

I was ready to tell him that I didn't believe in these stories that scare children, except that at the moment where he had finished his sentence, a window slammed in the next room and caught our eye. A gust of wind whistled, and now from where I had looked at the amulet, something disturbed me.

"The... the... the snake! He's gone! »

Indeed, it was only left a deep trace in stone, twining around the pyramid. The young Egyptian, frightened, left the room hurriedly.

I went home, troubled by the reaction of my translator. All this could be only natural. The snake was probably eroded and finally turned into dust under moisture... No, it is not possible... I didn't understand anything. That night either something kept me awake, I was stressed.

The next day, I turned the radio on as usually before going to work at the archaeological site. What I heard worried me terribly, they found the body of the young Egyptian of the day before in an alley. Witnesses claim to have heard a bloody cry, late into the night. Medical examiners said the man died poisoned.

"But who blamed this young man, the investigation is ongoing... And immediately, the speech of the president of the United States Eisenhower broadcasted in... »

Anxious, I went out the amulet I hid under my bed. A shiver made me tremble from head to foot! The snake wound again around the stone, in perfect condition, he never seemed to have moved its location around the pyramid...

I kept thinking... I had a hallucination? Possible... But then... The young translator? A thought then took me to get rid of this relic... Impossible, it scared me as much as it fascinated me. I dare confess you the shameful act of my career, I stole it!

I went back to Corsica the next day, I was tired of all my adventures in Egypt. The will of my father who died in the Great War allowed me to live idly for several decades anyway. This is the reason that pushed me to quit my job, which I've never confessed.

I kept the amulet for 30 years, before finally deciding to give it to a museum. Its perfection ended up tiring me from its sight.

"Here's the story, young man, of this fantastic object as well as terrifying, who accompanied me in my life for over thirty years."

The next day, guests learned the death of Paul Sapia, rich Corsican owner who had just celebrated his ninetieth birthday. Medical examiners say he died in his sleep, his heart would have abandoned him. A certain desperate historian, who was present at the party, saw one of his goods change appearance inexplicably and back to normal the next day...