Three explorers are in Egypt (long) and they stumble upon some old ruins. In the ruins they find a big room, with three doors. The first explorer, Henry, goes up to the door and reads: ""Who ever enters this door will die a fiery death."" He doesn't believe in superstitions, so he goes through the door to find a long hallway. At the end of the hallway, another door. Behind that door is a room full of treasure, so he takes as much as he can carry and leaves. He enters the hallway and walks about halfway down when a wall of fire erupts from behind him. He sprints to the end of the hall and closes the door just as the fire hits the wall behind him. But then it stops, and he escapes unharmed. The second explorer, Carl, walks up the the second door and reads the sign: ""Who ever enters this door will die a watery death."" He thinks to himself ""Well, Henry made it, so I'll be fine."" He enters the door, and sees the same thing as the first guy. Same long hallway, same room full of treasure behind another door. So he grabs as much as he can and leaves. Halfway down the hall way, the ceiling opens up and water starts pouring into the room. He quickly swims down to the end and gets through the door just as the room fills completely. He, too, escapes unharmed. The third explorer, Jim, walks up the the third door and reads: ""Who ever enters this door will die a mysterious death."" Jim thought to himself ""The others were alright, I will be too."" He walks through the door, and he sees a small room, filled with a single thing. A sarcophagus. He takes the sarcophagus and leaves with the others. Years go by, and they have each sold their treasures to museums, and collectors, and whatnot, and have each obtained a considerable fortune. Jim was watching the news one day and sees that his friend, Henry, had died earlier that week when his campfire exploded and burned him to death. All he could think of was the warning, a fiery death. He dismissed the thought, saying ""Accidents happen, it was nothing more than just that."" and went on with his life. A few years later, Jim was watching the news and saw that Carl had also died. His car had careened off a bridge and caused him to drown. A watery death. Jim was seriously freaked out now, and got very paranoid. He used his riches to fortify his house and hire a militia to protect him. By the end of the year, he lived in an underground compound guarded by a small army. After years of living like that, he got a call from the museum he had donated the sarcophagus to. The curator said that it had started moving on it's own, and nothing they could do would stop it. It was heading straight to Jim. He put his army on alert and waited until the sarcophagus came into view. They threw everything they had at it. Tanks, rockets, machine guns, .50 cal, nothing they could do would stop it. It made it's way into Jim's compound, getting closer to his room. He blocked and reinforced all the doors, but it still broke through. It crashed through his bedroom door, and he took the pistol he kept on his nightstand and shot the full clip at it. Nothing. He threw the nightstand at it. Nothing. Using all of his strength and adrenaline, he picked up his bed and threw it at the sarcophagus. Nothing. He was out of options, and it was still moving closer to him. He reached in his pocket and found a pencil. He threw that at it. The pencil bounced off of it and fell to the ground. He reached in his other pocket. ""Shit."" He thought, as he pulled out the only thing he had left with him. A cough drop. He threw the cough drop at it, and the coffin stopped.