Creepy Texting Stories Novels & Stories

“Why'd you want to try to remember that moment?” He pulled out a small velvet box from the pocket of his jacket and placed it in my palm. “Open it when you’re ready,” he said quietly. My hand tightened around the velvet box, my heart beating wildly. I was about to ask Xavier more when a soft vibration buzzed in my pocket. I pulled out my phone. A single text lit up the screen. YOUR TIME'S ALMOST UP My breath caught. Why do I always get these creepy texts when I’m with him?

I even stopped breathing for few seconds because of my noise free situation. I started to breath again when he turned and gave me his back. I ease up to sleep but my phone beeped. It was an email from a dating app where I signed up and later forgot about it. They wrote they miss me and want me to come back as they have their hot finds for me. I had no plan to go back in that creepy app so, I closed the email, not before looking at their icon.

And my dear mother, asking such rubbish questions. Sighing I leaned on the headrest, going through all my social networking sites and feeling worse as I saw ridiculously romantic couples proclaiming their love to the world. Wait till you guys break up, I thought sourly, see how difficult it would be to move on with so many pics of you two playing tongue tango. I almost had a heart attack when my cell suddenly vibrated and I read the text. Blackmailer- 'We had 50 shades style sex? When? I think I would have remembered such a pleasant memory.'

“We’ll pay the asshole later. Right now just breathe. I got you.” His fingers rubbed my clit faster. I came again, quieter this time, shaking in my chair while Brady told a funny story and everyone laughed. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers, more of his cum leaking out mixed with my own wetness. The blackmail message buzzed one final time: “Time’s up. Sending the first photo now.” My phone screen lit up with a notification. Alexander’s did too. Brady looked over. “Another message? You both got it at the same time?”

Brittany My fingers flew fast over the keyboard as I texted this mysterious person back. Me: Who the hell is this? Three bubbling dots appeared in the chat box but disappeared shortly after. Gritting my teeth, I wrote out another text. Me: Why don't you stop hiding behind a phone and tell me who you really are? This time, there was no response. Sighing, I tossed my phone aside and went to shower. I glanced at the message once I was done and about to eat my meal but no messages popped up until I was about to get into bed.

My fingers trembled, as I grabbed my phone and took in a long mbreathe, shutting my eyes, and then I exhaled. I'm fucking doing this.... "How can I see you?" I texted back. Tell me this isn't stupid, and I'll tell you how Insane it is to text your stalker.

Tell me where you are. The humour drains a notch. ME: Why are you texting me at midnight? Are you drunk? Three dots appear. They disappear and reappear. My grip tightens on the phone. TYLER: Just don't go anywhere tonight and tomorrow. Please. A chill slides down my spine. ME: Why? This time, he doesn't reply right away. When my phone vibrates again, it's not a text. It's a call. I hesitate for half a second, then I answer.

My phone vibrated, and I took it out, and read the long text, and my heart started pounding, and I felt a lump in my throat. Unknown: 'Welcome back to Italy, my angel. It's good to have you home. I've missed you, and your sweet little pussy. Let's play a game. Hide and seek. I'll hide, and you'll come find me, and once you find me, I'll fuck your brains out. But, if you lose, and you're not able to find me, well, let's just say it won't be pretty, and I'll have no choice but to come and find you, and claim what's mine. And, you won't like it when I have to come find you, because I'll have no mercy, and I'll destroy your little boyfriend, and everyone else who matters to you, before destroyin

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.

When I checked my phone to see who had texted me, I was surprised to find an unknown number that appeared to be one that I had seen before. ‘‘Hi… How have you been? I'm back…’’ As I read the message over and over again, my pupils dilated, and I felt a trembling in my hands. ‘‘I've been told that you're currently residing in New York. I want to meet you, Celestine...’’ As I scrolled through the string of messages, I couldn't help but clench my teeth. The entirety of my body was trembling, and I had no idea what to say in response.