As Marcus made his way to the restroom, as he was almost near the restroom, in the corridor. Suddenly, a chilling echo of heels clicked behind him—Madam Koi-Koi.
"Sh*t! This crazy ghost again." He hissed.
With a chilling smile slithered across her face. "Nice to meet you again," she whispered, her voice like silk laced with venom.
Panicking, Marcus turned to flee, but as he stepped backward, Madam Koi-Koi appeared behind him, blocking his path.
Desperately, he turned to the other side, only to find her there too.
"Hahaha," she laughed, the sound twisting the air.
"You said you didn't know how to read, am I right?"
His heart pounded, panic coursing through him. "I don't know... I don't know," Marcus yelled, his voice cracking under pressure. With every second of hesitation, her grin widened.
"Okay, you don't need to read," she taunted. "I will recite for you."
And then she began, her voice echoing ominously down the corridor:
"I had two red heels... one I have, but one I lost. My legs hurt; one is high, one is low... only one echo is heard—can you give me yours? What shoe did I lose?"
Fear tightened around Marcus's throat as he kept shaking his head, desperate to escape the confrontation.
"I don't know.. please, l don't know..."
The echo of her riddle transformed into a loud chant, drawing closer as he turned to run. But as he dashed away and stumbled back—only to find ghosts of dead students from SS4 staring at him, their hollow eyes filled with sorrow.
"Answer now! Answer now!"
They demanded, their voices a chilling whisper. The weight of their gaze was almost unbearable, and he felt the dread coil tighter around him.
"It's easy... answer and we let you go," they coaxed, but his voice remained steadfast in its denial.
The more he resisted, the more the apparitions multiplied, causing him to spin around in sheer panic.
Each door he tried to escape through led him back to the start, as if he were trapped in an endless loop of torment. Fatigue settling in, he finally sank to the floor and closed his eyes, hoping to wake from this nightmare.
When he finally opened them, he was surrounded by the surrounded by ghost students—their chant haunting him, growing louder and more insistent under Madam Koi-Koi's command.
"Marcus... you said you can't read, hope you're not deaf too?"
Crippled with fear, he could only scream, "I don't know!" But every anguished proclamation pulled her ire further.
"You lie... you lie!" she screamed, advancing toward him with the other ghosts right behind her.
Desperate, Marcus stumbled backward, his hands brushing against a door. In a moment of instinct, he pushed it open and tumbled inside, finding himself in a dimly lit space.
Amongst the disarray, his eyes caught sight of a handbag—one that felt familiar.
"I know this bag!" he muttered, as he thought he was safe in the room, madam koi-koi appeared with other ghost students too.
Just imagine , thinking that a door can stop a ghost from entering..gosh!
Well this time she was determined to kill him when he suddenly raised the bag in his hand to shield himself from the attack, to his suprise, madam koi-koi vanished in thick air.
Leaving Marcus trembling and gasping for breath. The sound of hurried footsteps approached, Mathias and Max burst into the room, eyes wide in worry. They quickly ushered him back to safety, his mind a jumble of confusion.
"Where were you, man? We thought we lost you!" Mathias exclaimed, puzzled by Marcus's paralyzed state.
"Madam Koi-Koi… the riddle… she's was hunting me," Marcus barely managed to whisper. But within him lingered the questions of why the spirits had vanished when he raised the bag.
The morning light broke, a stark contrast to the darkness of the previous night.
With renewed determination, the trio ventured back to the room where Marcus had encountered his fright, only to find the handbag missing.
"Strange… I left it right here!" he exclaimed, frantically searching the room.
"I think l saw the same bag in the archive."
They left and treked to the archive, luckily,they found it at the same spot where Marcus saw it. They sorted through the contents, their gaze fell upon a worn photograph.
"This is his son, maybe," Marcus observed quietly.
"It makes sense now.. why she didn't attack me when l raised this bag. She valued this photo. Marcus hissed
They were left with hours before the game closes, they went in search of Charles—they located him hiding in a storeroom, tears streaming down his face. "Just leave me alone…," he sobbed.
Mathias stepped forward. "You killed her… that's why you're hiding," he accused, but Charles shook his head vigorously.
"I didn't kill her!" His voice cracked, and an air of disbelief fell over the trio.
"Then why are you hiding if you're innocent?" Mathias pressed.
"How... how can I kill my mother?" Charles replied, his tone softer now.
Surprised exchanges of glances rippled through the group, and Marcus held the photo out. "This… is it you?"
Charles nodded, understanding dawning on his face.
"That b*stard! He lied to us," mathias hissed.
They rushed to the headmaster's office to call for Mark, but his mother insisted he had left the building moments prior, answering a call from Charles.
They exchanged frantic glances.
" Did you call him?
" No...." Charles denied calling him.
"It's.... Madam Koi-Koi!" they realized, bolting out the door.
Meanwhile, Mark cautiously entered the old block, calling out for Charles.
"Charles… Charles...come out; I don't like this seek and hide game..."
As the classroom door opened, it revealed an empty space. However, when he turned to leave, the door behind him slammed shut, trapping him inside.
He slowly turned again, suddenly, an empty class had students each seated in their desk respectively. Unfortunately, they were all dead students. At the front, Madam Koi-Koi was seatedin her desk, with a cane in hand as usual.
"I will tell you a riddle; if you answer, you can leave."
Mark trembled, knowing that solving the riddle may condemn him.
She recited, a sinister echo filling the air:
"I had two red heels... one I have, but one I lost. My legs hurt; one is high, one is low... only one echo is heard—can you give me yours? What shoe did I lose?"
Shivering, he stammered, "I don't know… I don't know," but the chanting escalated, becoming deafening.
When their nearly overwhelming presence swirled closer around him, he shut his eyes tight, wishing to block out the sound, but that was futile.
"No… no… STOP!" he shrieked, a moment of sheer despair catching him flat-footed.
And in that moment, panic overcame him completely as he cried at the corner of the class.
But as they recited faster and faster , accidentally his replied out of confusion.
"THE RED ONE!"
Madam Koi-Koi's laughter echoed ominously.
" Finally.."