"Damn it, our admins have all been removed. Now only David is the group owner." Someone shouted loudly in the group chat. The entire class group's owner had become David, and others had administrative privileges too. But suddenly, they realized that David had revoked all their administrative permissions. Now there were no admins left at all. Among the curses and shouts, David's profile picture gradually turned gray.

I glanced at the voting poll and shook my head, shutting off my phone and continuing to sleep. I didn't want to participate in such a vote. And instinctively, I felt a sense of dread towards this voting. A feeling that even I couldn't articulate.

The next morning, after waking up, I immediately checked Twitter on my phone but found that the group vote had already ended. Isabella had the most votes, but it was only three votes. It seemed most people in the group weren't interested in this voting.

Returning to the classroom, everyone was already preparing for class. James was roaring in the classroom. He shouted angrily at the surrounding classmates, "Who did this voting in the group? Who was using David's account? Come out and show yourself!"

No one answered him, and everyone was whispering to each other. Isabella sat in her seat, her face somewhat angry.

"What do you guys think about the voting yesterday? Was it really a prank?"

"I don't think so. After all, David is dead."

Our Class 5, Grade 11 is a liberal arts class. There are eighteen male students, excluding David who has passed away, and thirty-five female students. It can be said that the number of female students is almost double that of male students. Most of the male students in our class have girlfriends.

Unfortunately, Henry and I belong to the minority who don't have girlfriends.

"Isabella, it's your turn to clean the blackboard today," Sophia said from the podium, holding a chalk eraser. She is the class's life committee member.

"Got it," Isabella said reluctantly, turning her head. She was happily chatting with a few friends at her seat and was naturally reluctant. After slowly standing up from her seat, she walked towards the blackboard. But after coming to Sophia's side, she didn't take the chalk eraser from Sophia's hand. Instead, she walked straight past and went to the window.

"Really, if you don't want to do it, just say so. I'll do it," Sophia frowned, but she was gentle in nature and didn't blame Isabella. She just turned around to erase the blackboard herself.

At this moment, Isabella suddenly opened the window on the left side of the podium, completely. This is not allowed in the classroom as it can easily lead to accidents.

"What are you doing with the window?" Sophia asked.

Isabella didn't answer, and she hadn't said a word since then. But as I watched her movements, a strong sense of unease surged in my heart, and this sense of unease was gradually increasing.

"No, stop her quickly!" I stood up hurriedly and said.

The others in the class had also noticed something was wrong and quickly stood up to try to stop Isabella, but it was already too late. Isabella turned her head and left everyone with a ghastly smile. Then she jumped out of the window.

"No!" The students around her quickly tried to pull her back, but it was too late. Isabella's body disappeared from the classroom.

"Isabella jumped off the building!"

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A horrified voice echoed in the classroom, along with the sound of a heavy object falling outside, accompanied by a dull thud. Everyone in the class frantically looked towards the window.

Our Class 5, Grade 11 is on the fifth floor, and this height is already enough to be fatal, especially since Isabella fell headfirst. Isabella's body on the ground was mangled, especially her head, which was shattered, and blood continuously flowed from her body, covering the ground with blood. The scene was gruesome. Everyone's face was extremely pale as they looked at the tragedy before their eyes.

Why did Isabella suddenly jump off the building? Just a few minutes ago, she was still chatting happily with her friends. And now, she has become a cold corpse.

I felt cold all over, my body trembling uncontrollably. It seemed as if there was a force that was manipulating everything in the classroom from behind.

"It's the curse in the group chat! First, David's death, then Isabella's death. And now, it's our turn," a mentally unstable girl suddenly shouted frantically. The faces of the surrounding students changed drastically.

Henry grasped my hand, his voice trembling, "What's going on?"

"I don't know," I shook my head in astonishment. Death hovered over everyone in the classroom. In just two short days, two people had died.

Originally, it was just a joking vote, but it had caused continuous tragedies and had gradually evolved into a nightmare that none of us could escape.

Just then, a girl next to me shouted in terror, "Look at the group chat, there's a new vote!"

Some students with phones quickly opened Twitter on their phones. I also quickly unlocked my phone. Indeed, a new group vote had started in the Twitter group chat. It was still initiated by David, and the voting topic was the same as yesterday: Choose one of the following two options.

Option 1: Abigail must dance in front of all the classmates.

Option 2: Bertha must jump out of the classroom window.

"What is this?" I couldn't help but say as I looked at the options. Henry next to me had a strange expression, "To make Abigail dance in front of everyone? And the other one is even more ridiculous, asking Bertha to jump out of the classroom window. Isn't that asking her to commit suicide?"

"Maybe it's a ghost?"

"That's impossible. Our school has never had any ghost sightings."

"If what's said above is true, then not following the options might really lead to death."

The students in the class whispered to each other, but Isabella was dismissive of it. Then the homeroom teacher walked into the class, looking somewhat gloomy at us, and said helplessly, "I know everyone is grieving. But David's death was really just an accident. It won't happen again. Everyone should focus on their studies."

After she finished speaking, she started lecturing, and everything went back to normal. Nothing happened. Isabella was fine all through the afternoon, and nothing unexpected occurred. This relieved us all.

At that moment, a few girls whispered to Isabella.

"You should still follow what's in the group vote. Something might really happen."

But Isabella shook her head unmercifully. She frowned and stood up, shouting, "Enough! It was just a prank. Don't all be so superstitious."

Sophia, who was sitting nearby, also stood up and said, she was another school beauty in the class. Her exquisite face was filled with anger, "You're right. The voting in the group must have been done by some classmate who hacked into David's account to scare people. Don't fall for it."

"Absolutely," several other boys echoed.

Afterward, the students continued with their classes. The day passed without incident. There were no new votes in the group chat at night, which relieved everyone in the class.

The next morning, as soon as I arrived at class, I saw Isabella bragging proudly in front of her friends.

"I told you, the voting in the group was just someone hacking into David's account. But our class group chat can't be used anymore. I'll just create a new one."

"Alright, let's do that. Sister Yuxuan, you're really amazing. When David's account suddenly came online in the group, I was frightened. I thought it was a ghost."

"Ghosts? That's all fake, don't joke around." Isabella's beautiful face was dismissive. Then, amidst the admiring gazes of many girls, she returned to her seat.

The entire morning passed without incident, and during the second class of the afternoon, during the break, the classroom was noisy with chatter.

Abigail is a sweet-looking girl with a gentle personality. Right now, she is looking at her phone with a pale face and a voice of terror: "This can't be true, is this real?"

Meanwhile, Bertha is even more shocked, staring at her phone and unable to speak with trembling lips.

Due to Isabella's death, the class has been suspended for the entire afternoon. The teacher is busy coordinating with the parents, and the corridor is occasionally filled with the sound of Isabella's parents' wailing.