Creepy Text Messages Stories Novels & Stories

I had woken up next to Dice and after staring at his handsome face for minutes while fighting the urge to throw up in remembrance of the events that happened earlier, I reached for my phone to distract myself with the internet. Surely, tongues had already began to wag, following what had happened. Thankfully, someone had retrieved the phone for me from the scum of my ex. The first thing I saw when I switched on the phone was the text message from the unknown number, which I had earlier ignored. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You should look before leaping, beautiful. Today, the game officially begins. If you do not go down today, I'll keep chasing you into your grave until I'm successful. The message got m

In need of a distraction, I take out my phone to see ten missed calls from Lady Zee, and a creepy text message. ‘You don’t want to play this game, darling. — Lady Zee.’

“What is it?” “It started a few weeks ago,” I began, my voice unsteady. “I started getting these strange messages—unknown numbers, no name, nothing. Just short, creepy lines like “you think the story is over?” I thought it was some prank, so I ignored them.” He frowned, crossing his arms. “Go on.” “Then the auction night…. a mannequin showed up in my house.” I swallowed hard, remembering the sight. “It was covered in blood and looked just like me.”

She deleted the message immediately, heart hammering against her ribs for the rest of the meeting. That night, she didn’t go. The next evening, another text arrived while she was lying in bed alone. *Unknown:* I know you’re thinking about it. Stop pretending you don’t want it. She stared at the screen for a long time before typing back. *Thalia:* Who is this? The reply came almost instantly. *Unknown:* You know exactly who this is. Save the number. She did. She saved it under “C.H.” and then immediately hated herself for how fast her fingers moved.

My hands were slightly clammy, probably from all this damn clownery. “It’s a string of messages. Weird ones. From an unknown number.” “What is this?” “I’ve been getting texts like this for a while. At first, I didn’t think much of them, I get a lot of shit like this. They started sending weird messages about you, but I thought it was a bluff.” “All the other ones I get…” My fingers shook as I scrolled deeper. The messages looked harmless at first, mostly hellos and someone asking how his wife was doing. And then it changed. They were talking about things they planned to do to said wife… which I’m assuming was me.

So I need to read those messages. "Resign in META as early as possible, before I'll expose everything you have done". "I know who you are! You are a world-class bitch!" "I will give you three days to vacate your position, but if you won't, then, I'll tell everyone about your top secrets." These are the text messages sent to me from an anonymous sender. I don't know what exactly that means, so I thought it was just wrongly sent to me. I deleted the messages and put back my cellphone on the bedside table.

She’s bold and fierce. I like her. I like her attitude especially with the way she carries herself. She’s got confidence that will surely shock your whole body. She’s also beautiful and got a nice racks. She might probably a whore too. “I’ve been calling you for a while now, Liam. Why are you not answering your phone?” Resting my back on the wall, I sighed. “Cresh, I already told you I only fucked once. If you want a cock to hang on your pussy then might go to the bar and search for a hungry cock that will satisfy you.”

Fingers trembling. The screen lit up like a Christmas tree. Eighty-six texts from Macey. Most were one-liners: “Call me.” “Talk to me.” “Sammie, what the hell is going on?” Some were longer. Panicked. Angry. “You’re scaring me. I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m here. Just talk to me.” My stomach turned as I scrolled further. A missed test alert from the registrar’s office. Four Snapchats from Mason.

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The texts came at three in the morning. My phone lit up on the nightstand, buzzing insistently. I grabbed it, still half-asleep, expecting an emergency. Instead, I found fifteen messages from Layla. vi please i need to talk to you everything is falling apart he wont answer my calls the money is gone vi please im begging you I sat up, suddenly wide awake. Read through them again. The timestamps showed they'd come rapid-fire, one after another, over the span of ten minutes.