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I mean, her threat at the mall definitely has a creepy underlying statement to it and all of this just felt like something she could pull off. A text came in a few seconds later from the anonymous sender. “You don't know me now but you will real soon, we'll be together and no one is going to be able to separate us.” The text read. I felt fear run down my spine after reading the text. It definitely had to be Sylvester. I took a screenshot of the texts before calling Sylvester. “Hey, Priscilla, I never thought I'd hear from you.” He sounded so casual over the phone.

Reluctantly, I wiped a wet hand on a towel and picked it up. The message read, "Someone died last night." My heart skipped a beat. My peaceful moment shattered, replaced by a surge of anger and fear. This was the latest in a series of cryptic, unsettling texts I'd been receiving for weeks. Each one more disturbing than the last and I couldn't take it anymore. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling fingers as I unlocked the phone to read the message in its entirety. The words blurred momentarily as my eyes filled with tears again. I felt an icy chill creep through me, despite the hot water enveloping my body.

"I blocked him once, called him a stalker. Then he just kept cycling through new numbers. Guy's got more persistence than a cockroach in a bakery." Luana's breath hitched as she took the phone. She took the phone, swiped open the messages, and froze. The screen was flooded with texts, each one stacked like bricks in a wall she didn't want to climb. That creep was just some criminal drooling over her body—why had he kept messaging her for three straight years? Was there more to it? Her thumb hovered over the screen, her mind racing. [I miss you] [Are you coming back?] [Please come back—I have a secret]

Who could be texting me this late at night? I glance at my cellphone and notice a few text messages. Tapping on the message app, a smiling selfie of Mario immediately pops up. However, my eyes widen in disgust as I realize the message contains a picture of an erect dick. It’s undoubtedly Mario’s, and the accompanying text reads, “See how much I miss you, Princess!” Below the gross image, there’s a video. I know I shouldn’t, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I reluctantly play it.

My fingers moved quickly to the messaging app and found that there were many threatening text messages. They were all from unknown IDs. I opened them one by one until the last message indeed read the same as what Richard had just mentioned. [You're ignoring me? Fine, but you won't be able to ignore me anymore if you find out what I can do to your mother.] My hands were suddenly shaking. The cell phone fell onto the table with a loud thud. My breathing quickened as panic set in. "Oh my, I'm sorry, Nikkie. I thought you had seen all the text messages. I was skimming through, and suddenly, the latest message popped up in the notification drawer. It's okay, come here," Richard said apologeticall

Amelia's heart pounded loudly in her chest, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone. The text message before her seemed like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. She couldn't believe what she was reading on her phone. Her eyes darted back and forth, scanning the ominous text message once again. "Stop at the bakery with my niece in your hands, no one must follow you," the message read. "Escape through the back without alerting anyone. I'll be waiting for you, else your lovely mom would pay for your sins."

Text message. "Clever. Very clever. You hid Emma where I couldn't find her. You set traps inside traps. You outthought me for once. I'm impressed. But Bethany, this doesn't change anything. I'll find her eventually. I have time. I have patience. I have resources. You had one chance to catch me and you missed. Now I go underground. Deep underground. And when I resurface, years from now when you're comfortable and complacent, that's when I'll take her. That's when I'll hurt everyone you love. You haven't won. You've just delayed the inevitable. Sleep well. -JP"

We both laughed at that… not loud or long, but deep enough to loosen something tight in my chest. I reached for my phone, more out of habit than anything. Notifications lined the screen like tiny red warnings. But there was one text message that wasn't there before and it was from the same unknown sender from last time. It was honestly becoming draining. The contents of the message was a chilling line: Be careful not to share a meal with the devil.

The messages from the unknown numbers worried me. I had next to no friends and my social media accounts were outdated. Dropping the pen, I reached for my phone. *UNKNOWN NUMBER: It’s all lies. I know that. The two of you were too comfortable around each other to be strangers. But don’t worry little omega, you will be freed from Alexander Wyatt’s claws.* *UNKNOWN NUMBER: You look so pretty when you’re scared.* *UNKNOWN NUMBER: I want to lick those tears from your pretty face.* *UNKNOWN NUMBER: You should wear dresses more often. You have such sexy legs. Would love to have them wrapped around my hips while I fuck you.*

Surprisingly, there was one unopened message from a familiar number. "Jake?? why is he texting me?" Creed got a little hesitant to open the mail. Although Jake was his friend, Creed knew that Jake was not the kind of person who likes to text. If he did, then this is an emergency. But he got surprised by the context of the mail when he opened it. [ Hey man! I need your help urgently. Come to sector-7 block-1 'Cafe-Ginger' ]