Scary Message Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

She said pointing to the envelope. “What is in it?” I asked her and she placed the envelope on the table. “You might want to go through it yourself.” She sounded scary fueling my curiosity. I grabbed the envelope and quickly read through the content. Inside the envelope I found a single sheet of paper with words cut from magazine letters like a ransom note "You took everything. Now watch it burn." The message is clear and ominous. My stomach tightened with unease but I maintained my composure externally. “Who could have sent something like that? This is so scary.” Slyvia panicked but I remained calm as much as I could.

we left each other and we gave ourselves an handshake. Another message dropped on my phone but it was so scary,I don't know who send it.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

Judy’s POV A wave of nausea washed over me as I reread the message on my phone. “We need to talk about your mother’s sickness.” My hands shook uncontrollably. My chest felt tight, and I couldn’t breathe properly. Who was this person? There was no name, No photo, No number, Nothing,not even a familiar scent. “Maybe it’s a scammer,” I whispered to myself. But my instincts screamed otherwise. Scammers always asked for money first,Threatened, pressured, demanded.

Now, she received this message, and she instantly broke down. She picked up the phone from the couch and replied: [You bastard, who the hell are you? Are you trying to drive me crazy? If you have the guts, stand in front of me and shout. Sending me messages in the middle of the night to scare me, do you think it will work?] [You’re not scared? Then why do you think you’re losing your mind? This little bit of fear is nothing. The things to come are what you should really be afraid of.]

The moon cast a pale glow through the curtains as Brenda sat on a couch, her trembling hands clutching the latest note she had received. It had been days since the mysterious messages had started, invading her life with a relentless force. At first, they appeared on her phone, cryptic and unsettling. But now, they had escalated to a new level of terror, arriving in the form of handwritten messages on paper.

Napalunok siya nang mapunta sa mga labi nito ang mata niya. Ako din pala ang lalabag sa special rule number 2. Unti-unti siyang yumuko at hinalikan ang noo nito. Paano ko ba sasabihin sa’yo ang totoo? I’m scared, Sadako. I’m really scared if you’re going to hate me.

Few texts were displayed on the lock screen. 'Where are you? Scar?' 'How was the party? You didn't pick our calls?' 'Is everything alright? What happened? Why aren't you responding to our texts me calls?' 'SCAR I SWEAR TO YOU! PICK UP YOUR PHONE!!!!!!!' 'WE ARE FUCKING WORRIED FOR YOU!!!!!" 'You remember today is New Year! Aren't you going to come back to celebrate? Like we usually did?" "I'M COMING TO YOUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW!!!! AND YOU BETTER BE THERE OR J SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU, YOU DUFFER!'

Was that supposed to make me feel happy or something? “There- there is one more message I received from him. I was too scared to read it”. He said to me, and upon listening to what he said, I quickly found the unread message and clicked on it. {They found me. I'm dead}

The sender was unknown, and the message was simple yet chilling: “Be careful who you trust. Not everything is as it seems.” Third Person POV “Be careful who you trust. Not everything is as it seems.” Brianna stared down at the screen of her phone, her fingers hovering over the message she had just sent. The words felt insufficient, their weight not nearly enough to deliver the blow she intended.