Creepiest Chat Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chloe_awesome_scott Oh God, this topic really is irrelevant. I_pooped Oh gosh, I am hungry now. I exited the irrelevant and random conversation when at least one fifty messages popped up in my notifications from The_real_prince_charming. I clicked on the messages and my eyes widened when I saw that he had spammed me with the same message one fifty times. The_real_prince_charming MATE MATE MATE MATE MATE MATE MATE ... Chloe_awesome_scott

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

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She sees it too. Tattoo-Creep laughs, the sound loud and ugly in the small room. He winks at Kiara — actually winks — then saunters out like he just delivered a pizza instead of a broken human being. The door slams. The lock clicks again. Silence. Thick. Suffocating. Neither Kiara nor I move. We just stare at each other with wide, unblinking owl eyes. Because lying on the filthy wooden floor, bleeding into the cracks, is someone who came back from the grave. Or hell. Or whatever place poor choices lead to.

I can’t just stand and watch this. I step back from the door and grab my phone. My hand trembles as the screen lights up. I type: immortal beings myths, then Elaria supernatural stories. Search results pile up—cheap blog posts, conspiracy forums, old news snippets. It all feels fuzzy, not making sense. But one word keeps popping up: werewolf.

Zane POV Whitfield texted me the second it went live, and alone in my study I put my earbuds in and went on YouTube. There was an ad I skipped after five seconds. A cute little Chibi of Sarah against a light blue background came up on the screen with the channel name: Let’s Talk! It cut to Sarah, who was relaxed and smiling into the camera. “Hello, and welcome to Let’s Talk!, a new video channel made by a human to talk to other humans about werewolves, which, let’s face it, is one of our favorite topics.

CyberPerv: “Holy hell YES. You’ve been gone for DAYS. We thought you died.” D1ldoKing: “Or got married and left us all.” I laughed, low and husky, letting my lips barely brush the mic. The vibrations alone probably made half of them dizzy. “Worse,” I said, smiling to myself. “I was busy being a very bad girl.” The chat went absolutely feral. IYKYK: “NO WAY YOU GOT LAID???” FreakBeard: “You look like you got spiritually rearranged. Who’s the lucky bastard?”

I replied to my friend Chloe. "No! That's not what she told me, Chloe! She called me a thief, a criminal and even threatened my life. She told me that she will kill me! She's scary! She's evil! Don't believe in her words. She's lying!" Dark Louiz interjected. He lied to my friend Chloe. I couldn't take his words anymore, so I spoke, "You're such a liar, Dark Monster! I never said that to you! Don't create stories that aren't true! You're the evil one and not me! Don't humiliate me in front of my friend! You're so evil!" I snorted. "How dare you to create stories that aren't true?! It has no basis at all!" I added.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

While in bed I had a strange dream which woke me up instantly only to find myself in a four squared white room with all kinds of machines on me . Finally seeing my swollen eye lid begin to open with blurry images ,I heard mom whisper a prayer before finally asking a question."Do you need water ?"she asked before passing a glass to me . "Am I going to die?"I asked.The unshead tears in mother's eyes fiercely run down upon hearing this . "Of course not honey I'll do everything to save your life. " "Mum I don't want to die, I'm too young, I don't want to ,I just can't leave." "It's ok dear you're not going to die . "