“What a delightful day!” exclaimed Hammad, basking in the warm glow of the winter sun. “Of course, it’s not every day that you come across a missing micro-controllers lab,” he said with a hint of intrigue. Aqib was relentlessly taunted. “You’re still angry, my friend,” he taunted Aqib, “but that’s no problem. Stay true to yourself, because nothing is going to change. Meanwhile, I’ll bask in the warm glow of this littering sunshine.” Aqib gazed at him with a deep sense of distress, while Hammad couldn’t help but burst into laughter. The two of them engaged in a heated argument, their bickering reminiscent of young children at play. They raced across the sprawling lawns of a prestigious institution known as Ghulam Ishaq Khan Institute, Topi. Their friendship was a force to be reckoned with, filled with mischief and adventure, just like any other childhood companions.
GIKI is more than just an educational institution for its students; it’s a place they can call home. It provides a nurturing environment where both students and teachers come together to share their knowledge and experiences. Within the walls of GIKI, there existed more than just a prestigious institute. Whispers circulated about secret organisations operating in the shadows, embarking on daring escapades that delved into the mystical realm of beings known as “Jinn.” The arrival of these powerful beings to the neighbouring villages caused quite a stir among the locals, who found themselves in direct conflict with their extraordinary abilities. Little did they know, these powers were a result of the unique practices of the individuals residing in the university.
Little did they know, the ripple effects of these activities extended far beyond the confines of the university, reaching even those who called it home. On a crisp December evening, Aqib and Hammad found themselves filled with a sense of adventure. Unbeknownst to them, this would be their last semester at GIKI. With no inkling of any suspicious activity, they made a spontaneous decision to embark on a journey to visit every faculty on campus. At first, their hearts were filled with anticipation and joy. However, as they ventured into the vastness of the departments, the chilling winters and the enveloping darkness of the night began to stir a sense of unease within them. However, fueled by their unyielding spirit, both individuals made a bold choice to embark on an extraordinary journey unlike any they had ever experienced before. Aqib and Hammad discreetly retrieved their torches, determined to avoid the spotlight on campus during the forbidden hours of the night.
As the clock struck 9:00 pm, a group of individuals emerged from their dormitories, their footsteps echoing through the night as they made their way towards the management department. Little did they know, a mischievous plan was brewing in the minds of their friends, Ijaz and Ameer Muhammad. A twist in the tale was about to unfold, adding an unexpected element to their story. As Aqib and Hammad stepped into the courtyard of the Management school at GIKI, Ameer and Ijaz opted for the external passage that led them to the first floor. Curiosity piqued, they could hear the rhythmic sound of stamping coming from above, as if some sort of mysterious ritual was unfolding on the first floor. In order to enhance the sense of realism, they decided to bring a cooker and light a fire. Aqib and Hammad were filled with terror as they heard the haunting sound of stamps and witnessed the flickering glow of fire. However, their insatiable curiosity compelled them to investigate the unfolding events.
As they cautiously made their way to the first floor, their hearts pounding with fear, they were taken aback by what they saw. Ameer and Ijaz stood there, roaring with laughter, completely bewildering them. Aqib and Hammad, initially overwhelmed, were attempting to make sense of it all. In a world of illusions, Ijaz weaved a captivating tale of deceit, recounting how they cunningly eavesdropped on your plan, only to devise a clever scheme to ensnare you within it. Aqib and Hammad felt a wave of embarrassment wash over them, causing them to consider turning back. Just as they were about to retreat, Ijaz chimed in with an unexpected invitation. “Hey, pals,” he said with a mischievous smile, “how about joining us on a thrilling adventure through every department of the university? And don’t worry, we definitely don’t have anything sneaky planned for tonight.” “Or would you retreat to your dorms and slumber like a frightened kitten?” Ameer inquired. Aqib retorted, “Do you honestly believe you can intimidate us? We remained calm and deliberate, determined to apprehend the culprit instead of allowing them to slip away like cowards. How foolish you are.” We’ll always be by your side, because we believe that even the most fragile souls can venture into the night without the guidance of their elders. Aqib’s words were met with mocking laughter. Hammad, the enigmatic figure in the midst of the lively discussion, held his silence. He had a peculiar tale to share – one that involved a mysterious shadowy figure donning a cloak, lurking outside the department. Hammad insisted that he was not the one behind this eerie presence.
Disregarding Hammad’s uncertain sighting, the group continued their journey down the corridor. Once free from their managerial duties, they embarked on a late-night adventure, exploring every department they could find. After a long journey, they arrived at an ancient, forgotten library. Its doors were tightly sealed, adorned with a forbidding sign that warned against trespassing. Ijaz eagerly asked, “Who among you would be thrilled to embark on an enchanting journey through the halls of this extraordinary library?” Gazing at the diverse crowd, it was evident that each person wore an expression suggesting they had reservations about stepping foot inside the library. Hammad retorted, “We’ve explored every department, but it’s not wise to enter a closed building, you fool.” Ijaz playfully exclaimed, “Oh, look who we have here! A little surprise guest that nobody bothered to inform me about!” As the clock struck past midnight, Ameer’s voice broke the silence. “We’ve accomplished our mission,” he declared. “It’s time to make our way back before Shahid Lala starts searching for us.” “Oh, here we go again with your endless tales of Shahid Lala,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “But don’t worry, I won’t spill the beans about that little incident on Friday. Unless, of course, you push me too far.” “Alright, alright, enough of this silliness. I suppose I’ll go along with you,” he grumbled reluctantly. Aqib’s words echoed through the room, capturing everyone’s attention. “If you both are in, we are also in,” he declared with a confident smile. As the group deliberated, a unanimous decision was reached: a water pipe would serve as the perfect support for the roof. A group of friends gathered at the foot of the towering mountain, their eyes fixed on the summit. Determined to conquer the challenge that lay ahead, they made a pact to take turns ascending, one by one.
As the group ascended, Ijaz took the lead and exclaimed, “Come on, everyone! We need to move quickly, and don’t fret, Shahid Lala isn’t waiting for us up there.” One by one, they ascended the stairs. Aqib came next, with Hammad close behind. Finally, Ameer made his way up, joining the others. As they stood there, pondering their next move, their minds raced with possibilities. Ijaz exclaimed, “Let’s embark on a thrilling adventure through the depths of this mysterious building, exploring every floor and delving into its two hidden basements. We shall uncover the long-kept secrets that have been concealed within its walls for five enigmatic years. And why, despite the passionate protests of students and professors, was it abruptly shut down? The answers lie within, waiting to be discovered.” “Pardon me?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. “We’re done for if anyone discovers us here,” Hammad exclaimed, his anger evident. The closure had been forced upon us, and now you choose to inform us?” “Oh, relax! There’s nothing extraordinary about it. We’ll uncover the truth without attracting any attention. Instead of fretting here, let’s gather our courage and put an end to this foolishness. There’s truly nothing to fear.”
As the conversation reached its climax, they made their way towards the rooftop’s hidden entrance, a door that beckoned them with an air of mystery. Curiosity piqued as they noticed the roof door ajar, despite the building being closed to visitors. However, they dismissed the idea that the door could have been intentionally left open by the authorities earlier that day. In the depths of the library, they found solace on the creaking stairs that had long been untouched by human footsteps. The impending darkness threatened to engulf them, casting a shadow of gloom over their surroundings. As they descended the staircase, their footsteps barely making a sound, they flicked on their flashlights to illuminate the path ahead. The dim light revealed a desolate first floor, devoid of any signs of life except for a peculiar sight – a small collection of books, each one confined within its own cage. It was an odd sight indeed, as books are typically found neatly arranged on shelves, not trapped behind bars. As they ventured through the forest, their eyes caught sight of peculiar symbols etched onto the trees. These mysterious markings bore a striking resemblance to the enigmatic sign of triquetra. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except for the books.
As they descended to the ground floor, they were taken aback to discover that the books there possessed the same remarkable qualities as those on the upper floor. Within the confines of the library, these books were held captive. Every surface on this floor was adorned with signs, from the walls to the floor, and even the books and bookshelves. However, a faint tremor coursed through the floor, catching their attention. Hammad, intrigued, decided to lie down and press their ear against the cool surface, hoping to decipher the mysterious sound that echoed from below. As he stood in the basement, an enchanting melody drifted up from the depths of the first floor. The haunting hymn filled the air, causing a shiver to run down his spine. As they all followed suit, a wave of horror washed over them. Hammad urgently demanded that they evacuate the area without delay. Ijaz stood up, his voice filled with conviction. “Perhaps there’s more to this than meets the eye,” he suggested. “Someone among us could be orchestrating an elaborate ruse, anticipating our arrival here. But even if there’s a touch of the supernatural at play, we have the power to uncover the hidden truths and bring them into the light.” “I truly hope that everyone down there comprehends the significance of this expedition,” he said with a hint of concern in his voice. A heavy silence fell upon them, each person grappling with the uncertainty of their next move.
With contemplation, they collectively made the bold choice to venture downward and unveil the hidden reality. With cautious steps, they descended, each one carefully placing their foot on the ground below. As the crowd gathered, their eyes were drawn to a peculiar sight. In the centre of a circle formed by individuals donning flowing cloaks and enigmatic masks stood a young girl, an enigma herself. Whispers of a secret society spread through the town, a group known for their uncanny involvement with otherworldly beings such as the enigmatic ‘jinn’. Amidst the crowd of statuesque figures, there stood one individual who seemed oblivious to our presence, yet we couldn’t help but notice him. It was none other than the renowned and highly esteemed Professor Habib Ullah Jamal. Out of nowhere, a group of girls appeared, their eyes fixed on us as they stood in the centre. Concealed by the billowing fabric, we remained unseen. As the whispers grew louder, one brave girl couldn’t take it anymore. Summoning every ounce of strength, she made a daring escape. With a burst of adrenaline, she dashed past them, her voice echoing through the air as she urgently cried out, “Run!” As they turned around, a chilling sight stopped me in my tracks. Before them, the shadows of the standing men loomed larger and larger. They embarked on an exhilarating journey that sent shivers down their spines. They sprinted towards the rooftop, a mysterious figure hot on their heels. But just as they reached the top, the pursuer mysteriously vanished, leaving them in awe. The university was thrown into chaos as the crew’s hysterical shouts echoed through the halls, sending security scrambling to respond. The security personnel, intrigued by the situation, diligently questioned the individuals involved. Determined to get to the bottom of the matter, they meticulously combed through every nook and cranny of the building. To their surprise, their search yielded no trace of any evidence – no signs, no books, nothing. In the depths of the ancient library, an air of intrigue and order lingered, shrouded in enigma. However, the plot thickened when a young girl, who had fainted on her journey home, mysteriously lost all recollection of that peculiar incident. There was a mysterious aura surrounding the closed library, warning everyone to stay far away. Professor Crew remained silent, leaving everyone in suspense about its presence. The air was thick with uncertainty as his whereabouts remained a mystery.