Requiem Over San Francisco: the Curse of Osiris
Like a second layer of fog, death's shadow was again hovering over San Francisco.
After sixteen years, this shadow had slithered into the cocoon of Moriah Maizon Mendoza's life. Reaching out with the spindly wicked fingers of a rotting mummy's hand, it had touched her again. It's ugly head lolled over San Franciscans.
Mum's the word. No one wanted to talk about it. No one wanted to remember. No one wanted to even whisper the name, "Osiris," as San Francisco's residents are forced to relive the 1987 horrors of the Eye of Osiris murders. But ritualistic murders are not the only thing keeping San Franciscans awake. Mummies had not been seen in San Francisco since the Tutankhamen Exhibit in 1979 - until now. Having witnessed the reanimation of a mummy. San Francisco stood still, shuddering in fear, hiding, embracing the fog. Maybe the evil would go away if they ignored it. Suddenly, no one wanted the fog to lift.
Once and for all, Moriah wanted to stop the evil that had set itself in the City by the Bay. Evil that had made it's way from the sands of Ancient Egypt.