Scary Message Stories Novels & Stories

“Just tell me what is going on.” “Take a look at this message,” he pulled out his phone and opened the message for her to see it. As soon as she saw it, she was dumbstruck and her face turned pale. The message goes as thus “It will happen one day when you didn’t expect. A bullet will be shot into someone’s skull and you won’t know who.” Naya read the message over and over again trying to be sure she read right. Her hands were literally trembling in fright. “Who…who sent this?” She managed to ask. “Must…must it be…. must it be…”

"And those text messages you receive from different phone numbers, that's not a prank message. It was Stacy… all along, giving you signals to save me.” S-Signals? Those messages that I thought were just pranks... were they signals? "He knows his mother's plans against me. It plans to erase me from the story first, then your life will follow. In her mother's three attempts to exclude me from the story, she was unsuccessful. All thanks to the messages you took care to make, Corrine. I survived poisoned coffee. I survived the men who wanted to kidnap me.” "But the third message I received was... I thought it was just a prank. I didn't do anything because I thought it was just a prank... so, how

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

And suddenly I understood something terrifying. The bet? The teasing? That stupid cocky confidence? It wasn’t fake,Cole genuinely wanted me,badly. The realization sent heat rushing through my entire body. “You’re enjoying this,” he accused softly. I looked up at him through my lashes. “Maybe a little.” A tortured laugh escaped him. “Jesus Christ, Cynthia.” My gaze drifted deliberately to the open laptop again. The messages were going insane now. JAKE: WAIT JAKE: SHE KNOWS??? BRO WHAT IS HAPPENING

I was standing in front of the mirror but I wasn't looking at my reflection. My phone began to beep and I slowly walked to where I kept it on the bed. I picked it and it was an anonymous message that said I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MISERABLE I shook immediately and goose bumps stood up all over my flesh. I read the text again and I was scared. I've never gotten a message like this and I prayed never to have. I know a couple of people who got such messages and things didn't go well with them I managed to drop the phone and dress up. Then I forwarded the message to my manager. He was shocked and he filed a report immediately

We started setting up tents and sleeping bags. A little after dark, we began roasting smores, laughing and telling stories. "Okay, I got a good one, the story of the swamp boogey monster." Trent said. "Heard it, it's not scary" Kayla dismissed. "I assure you its a certified scare alright" Trent bragged.

What could be worse, she has read the one that have really been scary, having Bobby work with her enemies, is really a scary message, which means she will be alone in the world, and she would have no one to run to when the time comes, she decided to open the other messages, to know just how much damage have been done. 'I am not so wicked, I wouldn't want you to loose your fake baby bum, so we are still going to try and pay you, your allowance this coming month, even though all we know about you right now, doesn't warrant us to give you a penny, but we will give you'.

And froze. Because the message on the screen— wasn’t from the media. Wasn’t from school. Wasn’t from anyone expected. It was from an unknown number. One message. One line. Cold. Simple. Terrifying.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

The message was chilling: "Confess. Scream. Confess what happened that night. Apologise to me. Confess how you slapped me on the ship, how you killed me that night. You watched me drown." Adam's eyes snapped towards Karen, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. A shiver ran down his spine as he realised that this was no prank. It was real. The message was too specific, too detailed. Almost as if Ashley would say exactly this if she were actually haunting Karen. He thought back to the night they'd killed Ashley, and a cold dread crept over him. He'd thought that nobody knew the truth, but now he wasn't so sure.