Novel & Cerita Scary Duolingo Messages

Quickly doing a victory jump, I scrolled through his messages. There weren't many messages. It was very evident that most of the chats were deleted on purpose. The most recent chat caught my attention. It said "Tonight?" And Daniel has replied back "yes"

Please Paris, we are not kids anymore. PARIS: Even if you changed, I still worry about you. Please be careful. This random text is really troubling me. It took her a couple of minutes to reply as I watch the words “Audrey is typing…”. A message finally appears as she said: AUDREY: I'm scared too. Be careful as well. She's scared too? Of what? Who? PARIS: What do you mean you're scared too? What are you afraid of? Who? I waited for her to reply but she didn't respond anymore.

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It was a text message from Lucas ‘ I missed you ’ with a sad emoji. Skyler stared at the text message not knowing what to do when another text came in. ‘ When you see my text message, text me back or you call me, my angel ’ This time Skyler dropped her phone on her bedside table as if she was suddenly scared of her phone. Comments Guys🔥💞❣️

Someone else. Panicked. Terrified. "All units retreat!" The voice screamed. "Retreat immediately!" Gunfire echoed through the transmission. People shouting. Screaming. Then— A final sentence. "Oh God..." A pause. Pure terror. "It's killing everyone." Static exploded. The transmission died. Silence. Marco swallowed. Slowly. "What exactly is killing everyone?" Nobody answered. Because at that exact moment— The heavy footsteps stopped. Directly above them. And for the first time since entering the tunnel—

I'm so scared and flustered that I'm struggling to breathe and put my words together. Sofia picks up my phone and begins to read the message aloud “You seem so happy Aurora. I bet Matteo is too. What will happen to both of you and your families if you disappear forever? I’m so excited I could cry……”

Lie. Complete lie. I look down. Not Logan. Cole. My stomach twists immediately. That can’t be good. I open the message. Need to talk to you. Cold dread crawls slowly down my spine. Because nobody sends a message like that unless something’s wrong. And suddenly panic starts building fast in my chest. Before I can answer— Another message comes through. It’s about Logan. My heart drops violently. I’m already standing before I fully realize I moved. Lila looks alarmed immediately.

I pull it out from one of the back pockets, at which the screen lights up, but my face slackens when I read the two messages on it from an unknown sender: 21:35 Stay away from Priscilla. 21:37 This is my first and last warning.

Come on, Bee, I encourage internally. Indeed, the blue phone pings for the seventh time, and MMS messages are listed on the small screen, daring me to open them to reveal whatever he deems necessary. I open them, watch the images d******d and present themselves individually, and then you have the last message, which is just words. Yet each of them instils a fear like no other that settles within the pit of my stomach. Good evening, Bianca, it reads.

Sophia’s fingers trembled as she stared at the ominous messages on her phone. The words burned into her mind, each letter dripping with unspoken threats. Unknown Number: You’re playing a dangerous game, Sophia. You might want to reconsider your choices before it’s too late. Her pulse thundered in her ears. Every rational part of her wanted to dismiss it as a cruel intimidation tactic, Mercer’s latest attempt to shake her. But there was something unsettling about the wording, something that made doubt creep under her skin.