The Princess of Aman Ra lived about 1500 years before Christ. When she died, she was laid in an ornate wooden coffin, and buried deep in a vault in Luxor, in Egypt, on the banks of the Nile. In the late 1890s, four rich young Englishmen, visiting the excavations at Luxor, were invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of the princess of Aman Ra. They drew lots, and the man who won paid several thousand pounds, and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later, he was seen walking out toward the desert. He never returned. The next day one of the remaining three men was shot by an Egyptian servant accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded that it had to be amputated. The third man in the foursome found on his return home that that bank holding his entire fortune, his savings, had failed. The fourth man suffered severe illness, lost his job, and was reduced to selling matches in the street. Nevertheless, the coffin did reach England, causing misfortune along the way, where it was bought by a London business man. After three of his family members had been injured in a road accident, his hours damaged by fire, the business man donated it to the British museum. As the coffin was being unloaded from the truck in the museum court yard, the truck suddenly went into reverse, trapped a passerby, then as the casket was being lifted to the stairs by two workman, one fell, breaking his leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two days later. Once the princess was installed in the Egyptian room, trouble really began. The museum’s night watchman frequently heard frantic hammering, and sobbing from the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were often hurled about at night. One watchman died on duty, causing the other watchman to want to quit. Cleaners refused to go anywhere near the princess. When a visitor derisively flicked a dust cloth at the fact painted on the coffin, his child died of measles shortly thereafter. Finally, the authorities had the mummy carried down to the basement, figuring it couldn’t do any harm there. Well, within a week, one of the helpers was seriously ill, and the supervisor of that room was found unaccountably dead at his desk. By now the papers had heard of all this. A journalist photographer too a picture of the mummy case. When he developed it, the painting on the coffin was of a horrifying human face. The photographer was said to have gone home, locked his bedroom door, and shot himself. Soon thereafter, the museum sold that mummy to a private collector. After continual misfortune and death, the owner banished it to the attic. A well known authority on the occult, Madam Helena Leboutsky, visited the premises. Upon entry, she was seized with a shivering fit, and searched the hours for "an evil influence of incredible intensity." She finally came to the attic, and found our princess. "Can you exorcise this evil spirit?" said the owner. She said "There is no such thing as exorcism. Evil remains evil for ever. Nothing can be done about it, and I implore you to get rid of this evil as soon as possible." But, no British museum would even take the mummy. The fact that almost twenty people has met with misfortune, disaster, or death, from handling the casket, in verily ten years, was well known now worldwide. Eventually, a hard headed American archeologist, who dismissed the happenings as "quirks of circumstance," paid a very handsome price for the mummy, and arranged for it’s removal to New York. In April of 1912, the new owner escorted his treasure aboard a sparkling new white star liner, about to make it’s maiden voyage to New York. Of course, on the night of April 14, amid scenes of unprecedented horror, the princess of Aman Ra, accompanied 1500 passengers to their deaths at the bottom of the North Atlantic Ocean. The name of that ship was the Titanic.