Creepy Text Messages Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don’t hate old men but I hate creepy ones, sexting and asking for nudes and stuff. “Nah far from that. Btw like I said I’ve got something for you.” He didn’t even let me reply back before he sent another text. “Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductio

"I don't even know any of those numbers and I doubt that any of those calls had anything to do with my kidnapping…" I took a deep breath to clear my mind. As much as I didn't enjoy doing it, I knew that I couldn't leave anything unchecked. I went through his text messages and instantly felt sick. He was texting obnoxious things to countless women. I couldn't even read most of them since they were all nauseating beyond the level I was able to stand. But I was soon going to find out that the worst part was yet to come...

Scrolling through, I came across a strange text which was probably not from my friend. ‘Hello beauty, you really rocked the stage today. By the way, I heard that the man with you was your relative. Can you please introduce him to me? Please, please, please. It is my heartfelt request.’ The text made me burst into laughter and it was not just a normal laugh, it was loud enough to fill each and every nook of my room. ‘Seems like Buddy’s love story is now going to get a twist. I can’t wait for the climax to end,’ murmuring to myself, I deleted all the friend requests and kept only the text from the lady.

Next, I tackle the spam texts — annoying messages from unknown numbers, trying to sell me everything from weight loss supplements to discount vacations. Finally, I make my way to I*******m, where I'm greeted by a flood of messages from distant cousins twice removed. There are birthday wishes, holiday greetings, and random check-ins — all from people I barely remember, let alone keep in touch with. I smile politely, typing out brief responses to each one, trying to be friendly without getting too caught up in the drama.

I was about to dress up when a strange number started sending me tons of messages, [I bet you know who Aaron truly loves, leave my man alone, you wretch] [Leave my man alone, Tessa, I've my eyes on you] [Are you this stupid or you're just playing dumb, you should know when a man is using you bitch] I sighed and dropped my phone on the desk, this is getting creepy and I can't wait to tell Aaron all about it when I get to his office.

She resembles a scared little girl. My heart hurts for her. My phone pings with an incoming message. It’s from a strange number, but I instantly realize who it is when I read the first line; “Little Caramel, Remember, when I said I would go to any lengths to make you mine? I hope you’re enjoying the chaos.” Once I read the last line, the message mysteriously disappears. I kid you not, I end up searching my entire incoming message history but the message has truly disappeared. Poof! Just like that. It’s like black magic.

With Emily here, maybe I could finally confide in someone. “I’ve got something to tell you,” I said, unlocking my phone. “What is it?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. “Hm, lately I’ve been receiving strange texts,” I began, scrolling to the newest notification. "Strange texts?" she asked, her tone serious now. "You know what? Let me show you," I said, opening the message. But the content froze me in place. The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floor. My breath hitched as tears blurred my vision.

But as the workday came to a close, I couldn't escape the lingering unease that had settled in my gut. That night, as I sat alone in my dimly lit apartment, the soft glow of my laptop screen the only source of illumination, a text message notification brought me out of my thoughts. I picked up my phone to find a message from the unknown number, and my heart sank as I read the words on the screen. It was from Bruce. The message contained a screenshot of a conversation between him and a random man, filled with explicit and incriminating messages. Bruce's text promised to send a sex tape for a hefty price.

Lena stared at the message glowing on her phone screen, her pulse quickening with each passing second. The words were brief but chilling: “Your home is not safe. Trust no one. Someone close is part of it.” The text had no name, no identifier. It was a warning from the shadows, sent to shake the very foundation of her security.

Definitely not , after what he did. *RING..RING* “Hello.” I answered the call . It was an unknown number. All I can hear is heavy breathing then a heavy husky voice from the other end broke the silence. “Why ain’t you picking up my call?” Chills ran down my spine as I recognised this voice. How can I even forget it? “You…you-” I stuttered “You want me to send your husband our video.” “Please…Please. Don't do it. I'm begging you. I'm your sister.”