MummyLs curse, my dive team dies - Draft Outline for Post Graduate Book

The Great Pyramid of Giza (It rhymes with pizza, but its limestone bite is far worse than a case of 967-1111 indigestion.) By Stephen the Cursed One It is not a legend. I know it first hand to be true. And so did my dead diving companions—before they succumbed to unforgiving waters. Hemiunu, the alien architect of the Great Pyramid, knew it was once again voices from the beyond who told him to follow the rules of outer space and ordered him to punish us for defiling Giza’s sacred monument, once an ancient Wonder of the World. He did. I found out he was the gift that keeps on giving. The cemetery fills. A scabby, toothless Egyptian guide who had spent his life hustling tourists at the entrance to the Great Pyramid of Giza used traditional phrases and gestures to ward off evil from infecting his potential customers — especially when hustling a dumb journalist and a sweaty TV camera crew. Yeah, like us. "A'udhu billahi min al-shaytan al-rajim" (أعوذ بالله من الشيطان الر...