Creepy Texting Stories Novels & Stories

She begs me not to open it, but I do it anyway. There was an unknown person texting her... [Hello gorgeous, I know everything about you and your boyfriend] that person texted. [What tf who are you?] Ravine texted to which they replied. [I'm just an admirer of you and boss, you know. Say, if you sell me the secrets of that company, I'll gift you with 89 million dollars. Isn't that iver your budget? Tell me...] What the fuck!? [Just fck off will you. I'm blocking u, creep]

' 'Girls can’t have wet dreams, you berk. 'Well you had something. What are wet dreams?' 'Give me my phone and I’ll tell you.' She was already flicking through my mails. 'I’m not falling for that one. I want to know who texts you at five in the morning.' She paused and then giggled. 'There’s a thing. It’s Charley lover-boy and he says, ‘assume S at 9. Leave L 8. be in bushes opposite drive for 7.30, with camera ready. I have to work and will miss the fun, so make some good pics. Love Charley.’'

" I tried thinking for a bit, but I was fourteen!... How would I remember what happened when I was just a baby?!.. maybe it was a wrong number? #Me: Wrong number.. #Unknown: Thirteen years ago.... Somebody died. #Me: Sorry, but I think you have the wrong number! I quickly went out of messages and decided to check I*******m or something. I had a few new messages. One of which had no profile or username. #Unknown: It was a girl that died... Before I could read the rest, I closed I*******m and went to W*****d. The secret was possibly not reading texts anymore. But there were messages popping up like crazy!.. so I decided to switch of my phone. I heard the doorbell ring. I almost couldn't believ

he said holding his hands up in surrender, “Nathan threatened to kill me if I told you.” “And you think I wouldn’t kill you for not telling me?” I said, staring him down with my hands on my hips. “That’s why I’m telling you now?” he said, with a grimace. “Go on then,” I said, “and you better not miss anything out!” Casper leant across and grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the sofa and sitting us down. “They’ve been texting.” “WHAT?!” “Every night at 10 o’clock, they text each other for about an hour.”

When I log into my I*******m, I have few new followers, likes and comments. I find a hidden message request and my curiosity gets the best of me. When I tap on it, I find an unknown account without a display picture. I know I should delete it and that was my original plan until my finger allegedly slips and ends up opening it. ‘It seems like you need another box of snakes. Drop your novel or you’ll regret it.’ I read the message. And then reread it. I keep doing so until I feel someone’s breath in my hair.

I check my phone beside me and I saw a text message. " Stay out of this! I know who are you?", a text came from an anonymous number. I'm confused about myself what to reply. Me: I don't know you and anything you claimed I did! I texted back and I shut down my phone and went back to sleep again. I just recalled that I didn't spend the night in the house. When I peeled my weary eyes to open, I saw a girl, a hook-up girl I didn't know. I freak out when I learned that the girl beside me is already dead.

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' ]

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.

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.*

The phone binged again, I picked it with shaky fingers, it was from the same unknown number I will kill you; it read Then another came You'll die bitch ,I'll watch as the blood drains out of your heart and get a taste of it; I clasped a hand over my mouth to swallow back a scream, beads of sweat began to form on my face There was no doubt in my mind as to who sent the text. It has to be him. Hayden. But he has never done this before....never has been so creepy, why now......? To torture me.... To scare me...