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"It's Caitlin! She's the one texting me these curses! She said she and the baby will never forgive me! She wants to drag me to hell with them!" Chad strode over and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "It's okay. You're safe. It's just a hallucination." "It's not a hallucination! Look at my phone!" Lucy pointed a trembling finger at the device on the floor. Chad picked it up. On the screen was a text message from an unknown number. "You stole my husband. My baby and I will haunt you for the rest of your life." Chad's face instantly darkened. He knew this tone all too well. In the past, whenever I was driven to a breaking point, I would confront him with that same look of despair.

I'm so tired i forget to switch of the sound of my phone so suddenly i hear the vibration and i pick it up only to find a message from an unknown number and I frown who it can be. But my curiosity wins and i open the message only to read the following: "Dear Sarah, how was your night? I hope you've slept well, i know I have, especially after the devine taste of your lips!:) I hope you and Liam are okay? Because when he came home he was furious with me and you...I'm sorry that I've put you in that position! I thought i was really helping him by watching us but it seems like i didn't think again but just do, what i have often done before....so sorry for all that and i hope we can still be frie

I tap my fingers against the screen as I compile my text message to Selena. TO: SETH 7:00 P.M. I'm going to kill you! This guy is a creep. I've changed my mind! I deserve the money after this. I get an instant reply. FROM: SETH 7:01 P.M. Where are you? I frown and hit reply. TO: SETH 7:01 P.M. Phillip's Gourmet with YOUR date. Are you drunk? I hit send and read over the text messages. Her responses were strange, even for her. Then it hits me. The name at the top of my screen. I gasp and slap my fingers over my mouth.

Look at the f*cktard, waking me up by pulling my leg and now that I fell, he didn’t even helped me to get up. I just shake my head before standing up. … “So, what’s your plan?” Caleb asked while we’re walking in the sea shore. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just relax now. I won’t stressed about someone that’s creepy,” I said and laughed but he remained silent. I told him about the one who is texted me and called but didn’t introduce himself. He asked me what my plan was, how I could stop it. He even said that one day I might disappear after being told that I was dead. Well, I hope that won’t happen.

I immediately opened the messages and read the contents of the text. From: +63948666327 Hi. I'm sorry to bother you. Too bad I didn't even catch up with you earlier at Kyla's party. They said you go home early, why? Four messages in a row. I immediately replied to it. To: +63948666327 Who's this? I replied to the number that I texted. Who is this feeling close to? I returned my attention to watching. After a few minutes it replied. From: +63948666327

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

Their chatting was stopped because all of us suddenly received a text message from an unknown number. "If I die, please be happy. I don't want to see anyone cry or be sad. And I want everyone to smile at my funeral or at my grave. I don't want anyone to cry, I want to see all of you smiling in front of my coffin." What Casey read in the text was that they had received all of them. Were staring at each other because what they received was the same message as what Casey read. They all had astonishment on their faces because they didn’t know who was texting this message. While Jasper and Nicole looked at each other because they knew who that text was from.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Abby:Hi Mama Long, I think you should totally come to the bachelorette party because you’re just as fun as the rest of us and Britanya won’t say it but I think she’s sad you’re not here. I chuckle. “Can you at least give me a ride back to the lodge?” Steve says. I grab my purse off the hook beneath the bar and stride away from him without a backward glance. “Fuck off, Steve.” Outside the bar, I consider the text. If I have to look at Steve for one more second, I really might murder him. Kayla:You’ve convinced me. Send me the address. Instantly, Abby responds with a pin to her location. I hop into my rental SUV, turning on the wipers against the snow that’s beginning to fall.

, a message came through. It was from an unknown number. Unknown Number: “How well do you know the man sleeping next to you?” I stared at the message for a full minute, my heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. I tried to tell myself it was spam. Just some random sick game. But then, a second message came in. A video. My hands trembled as I tapped on the file, praying it was nothing. But it didn’t open. Just a gray screen. Then a text followed: