Creepy Text Messages Stories Novels & Stories

“Hey, beautiful. If you’re listening to this, then I’m gone and Remy is playing this message for you. I know, it's a little strange to hear my voice after I’m gone. It’s going to be really hard without me. But Remy and Kai are there for you. Lean on them when you get sad, lonely, want to cry, or, hell, want to laugh. Want a date to dinner? Call them. When you need to feel muscular arms around you or something more, call on them. People are going to pressure you to get back out there, but I know you. You don’t need strangers, you need the familiar. With that, I give you permission to be happy. I believe one of these two jokers is the right man for the job. I trust them. They promised me they

I wanted to exit from I*******m but something kept on pushing me to scroll through my messages and check out what he sent so I opened my I*******m message, they were almost five hundreds of them at this point and that's when I realized that Kelly texted me recently on I*******m which is surprising cause he could have just messaged me normally or given me a call. I decided that I'll get back to Kelly's message later. Let me check out what it is that Desmond sent. I clicked on his name and my eyes popped out of its socket seeing the tons of message that the psycho has sent, it was as if he's messaging me every single day and guess what he's literally saying the same thing over and over and ove

I have been married to him for ten years and my husband wasn't the type one could easily manipulate with crocodile tears. “You're lying, Judith.” His face has turned red. In vexation, I knew he was trying so hard to control his emotions. “You're lying, and you know it.” He had the evidence. He grabbed my phone and opened my W******p message, and there it was, glaring right in front of me. I didn't wish for the ground to open and swallow me, but I just wished I had cleaned my track. “I miss your dick, I wish I could have more of it” this was the content of the message and he had replied with a naughty emoji.

His face was blurred out, but his proximity left no room for doubt. They were naked and in bed together. My stomach twisted. But when I saw the text messages that had just popped up, a wave of nausea washed over me. It read: ‘How does it feel to know that I fucked your mother? My revenge starts with her. Yours truly, Black Scorpion.’ What the fuck?

It was while I was on this forced business trip, that I received a a text message from an unknown number which said, 'Your fantasy will happen this week. I texted back, 'LOL I think you have the wrong number.' 'No, I don't have the wrong number. Check your email, Roy,' was the reply. I checked my email account using my laptop. Sure enough I'd received an email from a unique address and The email message read, 'Notice the number 222? That's your street house number, isn't it? That's where I am going to fuck your wife. I plan to be fucking her by Wednesday. You won't be home till Friday night, so she will be really satisfied by the time you get back.

I always liked hearing stories of the places he had visited, and what made that place different from others. He always had a nice take on things, be it the places, people, culture, etc. We were halfway through the movie when I felt my phone buzz. Frowning, I picked up the phone from the table and checked. There was a text from an unknown number. My heart told me not to open it, but my brain felt it could be something important, so I opened the text. Unknown: Can you get any cheaper, lady? Sleeping with an old man just for his money, how disgusting can you be?

I crawl over, dripping, grab it with shaking fingers. Julian Tomorrow night you don’t get to hide under water. I’m taking what’s mine. Sleep nakedI’ll know if you don’t. I look up He’s gone the patio door slides shut with a soft click. Another text, ten seconds later. Julian Count the hours, baby girl the text message read I already lost count of how many times I’m gonna make you scream I could read the text with his voice repeating in my head I collapse back on the lounger, thighs slick with pool water and come, staring at the moon like it owes me answers

“Hey, it’s okay. What’s going on, baby? Why are you crying?” The way he said "baby" made my throat close up. I shook my head against him, trying to swallow the sob clawing its way up. “It’s just—” I started, but my voice broke. I took a shaky breath and pulled back enough to see his face. His eyes were calm but sharp, focused on me in that way that made everything else fade away. “I’ve been getting these weird messages,” I said quietly. “From some strange number. I don’t know who it is, but it’s… it’s freaking me out.” His eyes darkened instantly, his jaw tightening. “Weird messages?” he asked, his voice lower now, steady but laced with concern. “What kind of messages?”

{Faith} As soon as I make it far from the crowd, my phone buzzes in my bag. I take it out and see an unsaved number on the screen. The text message contains only a link. Panic coils in my chest as I tap on the link. It loads slowly. What’s happening? Did one of Ace’s enemies kill him and then send an untraceable link to the gory scene? No, that cannot happen! Finally, the link loads into a green and white text interface. A message pops up a second later.

*Sure, text me once you’re done. *Okay, I’ve got to go...bye.* And just like that, my day is uneventful again. I set my phone down and start scrolling through the TV for something else to watch. The second I do, it buzzes. I snatch it up, hoping it’s Dre again. The colour drains from my face when I read the message. *Unknown sender: Do you think I’ve forgotten? Do you really want your friends' nudes to be leaked?* My heart slams against my ribs.