Scary Message Stories Novels & Stories

} {While another of the threatening messages stated: “Break up with Xavier, if not, your loved ones will die. I know where you and your parents live. And if you dare show the police or anyone else this message, your parents will surely die” Gabriella did not read the remaining messages because she was already trembling, and was also sweating on her forehead. “What? why? Who sent these messages to me? Could this be a prank?”. Gabriella muttered. Her breathing was gradually becoming unstable. She quickly deleted the messages, before she returned the cell phone to her backpack. She arrived at the bus stop, but her mind was engrossed in her thoughts. Sometimes, she would look around and observe

Then there are always people willing to trick you and betray you to get what they want, like my father and Marcello. A message pops up on my screen. My men sent it through, with a note that they’re not sure where it came from. “What the hell is that?” Theo asks, frowning at the screen. Run or die. MB. It’s pretty obvious who sent the message. “It’s Marya,” I say. “She’s trying to scare me. Find out how the fuck she sent the message. It shouldn’t be possible.” “Run or die? What the fuck? Why would she send that? Is it a warning?”

Maybe something important he wants to tell, Ryan thought and after replying to him the time Ryan noticed another message from an unknown sender. It arrived hours ago. He must have missed it because of the meeting with his aunt. But this weird message alarmed him too much. A message had arrived. The message stated, “Send me $5000 or all your secrets will be flashed before your beloved readers,” with a picture of red envelop similar to the one he found at his door days ago and another message came where the sender sent a bank account details.

I said, why didn't I grabbed it since, all thanks I used my secret number to call him, no one can hack it, or try to use it for their own wicked means, "OK boss, am gonna check on it now, I have been getting messages from news papers saying there had been series of attack, and one of the victims explained that the attacker never looked like human" He said, I heard a beep from my computer, opening it, it was a picture of people laying down dead on the ground,

Just when we thought the darkness had been vanquished, a new shadow emerged, threatening to cast its pall over our lives once again. It started with a series of cryptic messages, delivered in the dead of night, reminiscent of the anonymous letters that had plagued us before. Each message hinted at a hidden secret, a truth that had been concealed from us for far too long. As we delved deeper into the mystery, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, revealing a shocking revelation—one that would shake the very foundations of our existence.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

The crimson letters seemed to seep into the very air, delivering a chilling warning that sent shivers down my spine. The words read "You would never find your children. Never!!!” Panic clenched my chest, and a scream tore from my throat, echoing in the confines of the room. I scrambled out of bed, my pulse thundering in my ears, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. The sight before me was a nightmare brought to life, a gruesome reminder that danger was all around us. The message etched in blood was a sinister message, one that left me trembling with fear and uncertainty.

They were frantic, terrified. But then, beneath the familiar names, a new notification flashed. An unknown number. My blood ran cold, a prickling sensation spreading across my scalp. I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the message icon, a terrifying premonition gripping me. With a trembling hand, I tapped it open. The message was short, brutal, and utterly chilling. "Thought you could run, little ghost? I see you. Don't make me come find you. "

Then out of nowhere, a message appeared at the top of the display. An unknown contact. ** “You don’t know the type of man you’re sleeping beside. He’s the reason your mother lost her life.”** My blood went cold. I looked intently at the message on the screen, my chest clenched. My thumb hovered it as it trembled slightly. Almost immediately another message popped up again. But this one is a video clip. My fingers flew on their own as they clicked on the thread of the messages. There was no name attached. Just a dark profile symbol and the video clip below the horrifying message.

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