No matter what I said next, the driver no longer replied.

The taxi drove through a gloomy and secluded path and stopped at the entrance of a school.

"Get off," he said.

I glanced at my phone.

The network had been completely cut off, and I couldn't contact anyone.

Although I had only been in the car for a few tens of minutes, the time on my phone showed that four hours had passed.

It was now midnight.

"Hurry up and get off," the driver urged.

I had just closed the car door when he accelerated and drove away as if fleeing for his life.

The school at midnight was not desolate. The school gate was locked, and the security guard was resting on the desk.

The teaching building was brightly lit, filled with the lively sound of reading.

Through the window, I saw myself sitting in the classroom, reading.

Rule for escape: [Shake your phone at the crossroads every night at midnight until someone finds you through the phone.]

Our school happened to be not far from the intersection.

I was wearing a white nightgown, letting my long hair loose, and walked alone towards the intersection.

Although my phone had no signal, I still shook it while walking.

Every time I shook the phone, it responded with a gentle vibration.

As I got closer to the intersection, the intensity of the vibration grew stronger.

Finally, I reached the center of the crossroads.

When I shook my phone again, it no longer responded with increasingly intense vibrations.

Instead, it was the melodious sound of a bell.

Thick fog filled the air.

As the bell rang, the mist dissipated, and I saw countless men walking towards me from all directions, each holding something shiny in their hands.