a/n: HAI IT'S BACK !

IK IT'S BEEN FOREVA BUT IT'S HERE

SORRY I HAD SLIGHT WRITER'S BLOCK + LACK OF MOTIVATION LIKE USUAL

i mean i did have an idea and i couldve updated this sooner but it wouldve kinda ruined the story so im kinda glad i waited-

anyways to the ppl who hyped up the last chapter and the friend irl who suffered for weeks possibly months yelling at me to update 😀

Tiba2711
(U got ur wish)
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Flareongirl360
habshihalwa
(^ for being great support last chapter :D)

Without further ado, happy reading!

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   The students gathered, sitting down in the hallway. The remaining ones, anyway. So many of them had disappeared within the span of a few hours, it was starting to worry and creep them out.

   Out of nowhere, Malak spoke.

   "Have you guys tried calling 911?" she nodded towards the phones in Nicola and Tiba's hands. Tiba checked hers, but found with horror that it was dead.

   "Let me guess, dead?" Malak exhaled loudly. "I find it weird though that I was able to enter the school considering that you guys couldn't leave. Nicola, how about the phone you have?"

   "It's at... SHOOT IT'S AT TWO- NOW ONE PERCENT!"

   Everyone shrieked and starting shouting 'hurry', panicking. Nicola had never dialed 911 so fast in her life.

   "Yala, answer already!" Tiba huffed, on edge. Malak peeked over to check the screen. Nicola lowered the brightness so to not waste battery just as the call was picked up.

   "911, what's your emergency?"

   The person on the other end of the line sounded unusually cheery and goofy.

   "We're trapped in school and there's no teachers," Nicola said it all as if it was one word. The others sighed in relief, Sam more so, though they were wondering how the dispatcher would've known what Nicola said.

   "Sike, this is a McDonald's drive through! Haha, next time don't prank call, bye and have a nice da-"

   The phone decided to die at that precise moment. Nicola inhaled deeply while the others took a few moments to register what had just happened.

   All of them jumped out of their skins when Ali, Emma, Sam, and Nicola screamed in frustration in unison.

   "OH COME ON!" came from Ali.

   "SERIOUSLY?!" came from Emma.

   "I hate life," Sam deadpanned.

   "AISH, YAH, SERIOUSLY-" came from Nicola followed by her throwing the phone at the locker across from her. It crashed into it and fell to the ground, broken.

   "NICOLA!" everyone screeched, some getting up to check on their last hope.

   "Can everyone pause in their activities of ear drum murder?" the mysterious helper piped up. The others had almost forgotten it existed.

   "You mean screaming? No, afraid not," Emma crossed her arms across her chest. "BUT REALLY-"

𝚆𝙴'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 . . .
ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʷᵒ

   "AISH, YAH, SERIOUSLY-" came from Nicola, who angrily banged her elbow against the locker behind her, careful not to break the phone.

   Matilda exhaled. "Now what? I highly doubt McDonald's is going to be of any help now. Are you sure you dialed 911 anyway?"

   "What's 911?" the mini person asked curiously before Nicola could insist that she'd dialed the right number. The little kids stared at the mini person incredulously and started laughing.

   "How can you not know what 911 is?" Hadi and the others giggled. "It's police!"

   "The what?"

   "WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN, OKAY?!" Fatimah yelled. Most of them were panicking and on edge.

   And Mashallah, while everyone was freaking out, the lights went off again.

   The screams started again, and this time no one stopped talking.

   Tired of all the screaming and blabbing, Matilda got up to walk a few steps away from the group, rubbing her head.

   Their talking was way too loud and getting on her nerves, so she started to walk further and further away from the group.

   Matilda exhaled and closed her eyes. Finally, some peace and quiet.

   She opened her eyes, only to be met with a giant screen and some control panels.

   What on earth?

   She turned around to go back to the group, to tell them about her discovery, but she saw only a wall behind her. Upon closer inspection of the room she was in, she definitely wasn't in the school hallway or any room existing in the school.

   The room, which originally had been dimly lit, suddenly brightened up considerably. Matilda was able to make out several small screens forming a large rectangular shaped screen instead of one big screen.

   "Whoever's here, what am I supposed to do?"

   The screens suddenly came to life, and Matilda's eyes widened when she saw what were on each of the screens.

★★★

   Mohammed woke up, yawning. He lifted his head off his desk and-

   Wait what, desk?

   He looked around the empty classroom. The 7/8 classroom. The lights were on, but very weak. The blinds were open, but it was nighttime outside.

   Mohammed had many questions, but they could wait when he saw writing appear on the whiteboard.

   Escape the room and this will be over.

      Mohammed immediately spoke back, too annoyed to freak out about the floating marker. "What? Wasn't the deal to find the Qura-"

   Please, shut up. This is the reason the plan changed.

   "What do you mean?" Mohammed demanded.

We realized that your lot isn't as gullible as we thought. The screaming was giving us a headache so we decided to separate you all.

   Mohammed couldn't help it. He burst out laughing at how ridiculous the situation was. The ghosts were annoyed by how loud they'd been? Reasonable.

   "Wow, that's why?"

Contrary to popular belief, we realized we don't have all day. So this way might be less draining for my team.

   "If this marker wasn't writing by itself, I would say this isn't even a scary experience."

Can you just stop talking? I'm already regretting taking on this school.

   Mohammed thought the bickering would go on forever at that rate, but the marker suddenly dropped and all was silent.

   Then he remembered that the marker had mentioned 'escape'. Mohammed ran towards the classroom door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

   He banged on the door over and over, but he got no miracle. It didn't help matters that he could only make out pitch black through the small door window.

   "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME, HELLO!" he shouted. "Malak, Sam, Ali, anyone?!"

A/N: yk i originally thought of this idea as a joke-
but i didnt expect this fic to get hyped up sm so here we are skakdksjajd lmk wot u thought !! :D

the long awaited update !!

this story seems to be spiralling everywhere at this point, but trust me if i kept everyone together this would end way too quickly ☠️ also im sure the jinn and ghosts were getting sick & tired by the fact that their hauntings were doing no good 😂😂

anywhos, till next time! 👋🏻 Let's hope it's soon

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