In 1922, an English archaeologist called Howard Carter, searched for king Tutankhamun's tomb in Egypt’s Valley of the Kings, because it had never been discovered. For five, long, years Howard Carter and his sponsor had been searching for king Tut's tomb, in the hot, sandy desert. They had finally hit something in 1922. That something had been a step. A day later fifteen more steps were discovered revealing the upper part of a sealed doorway. Immediately Howard Carter sent a message to his sponsor Lord Carnarvon. After three, long weeks he finally arrived. Carter and Carnarvon crept inside ignoring the curse "Death comes on wings to he who opens the tomb of a pharaoh." They opened the tomb carefully and Carter looked inside. When he turned around he said to Carnarvon "I see wonderful things and everywhere is a glint of gold." However, when Carter got home that night, the servants had horrible news "The curse! The curse! You have released the curse!" Carter's canary had been eaten by a cobra. The next day, when Carter went back, he opened the second sealed door. What he saw was even more gold! He got Carnarvon down and together they, numbered, photographed, made a list of everything, wrapped it all in linen and sent it all to Cairo on a boat. There were games, clothing, pottery, statues and musical instruments. When they got to the third sealed doorway and opened it, there was a wall of gold. It turned out to be a shrine. Inside this there were three more shrines. Within the last shrine there was a stone sarcophagus, and three coffins each fitting snugly inside the other, concealing and protecting the mummy. Strangely, a few days later Carnarvon died. At the same time his dog Susie, pricked up her ears, gave one woof and keeled over dead. Was it coincidence, or was it the curse? Reporter Daisy Bates. | 
