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I looked at the message again and read it for the fifth time to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. Anonymous: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪.𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠~𝙏𝙤𝙘𝙠 , 𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠'𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.

'How to make Biryani recipe' and 'Scarlet, the neighbour's new boyfriend, the sixth edition' I didn't even bother to read the messages. Family W******p groups were the most annoying and utterly useless, the 'Good Morning' messages of birds and tress from old relatives were the worst. There were a few messages from my other friends, asking how I was and if I had any plans to meet them this birth. No, I don't like humans. A few likes on my I*******m and some unknown guy's direct message. So desperate these guys are I tell you.

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.

As silence surrounded them, someone suddenly chuckled. Five of them jumped in fear. They could even feel their souls leaving their bodies. The loud beating of their hearts and the ‘beep, beep’ tone of the phone indicates the end of the call were loud and clear. The phone vibrated again, and the boss opened the message of fear and hurry. — Sender: ######### So, I did something that I can enjoy! Now… — The message ended there, or so they thought. But when it vibrated again, another message showed up.

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.

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.

A bunch of people he didn't know sent him good will messages congratulating him on the launch of the latest version of the Storm phones. He had the kind of Instagr*m that he could read a message and it wouldn't be marked as read. As he scrolled down, a particular message caught his eyes. It reads, "hi Stormie when will you be home am missing you already." Storm's forehead puckered as he sang the name of the sender,"Bazzy H_vey...", "this boy is truly fearless." His fingers began tapping the keyboard rapidly, afterwards he hesitated to tap the send icon but sent it anyways. He wrote,"don't ever message me again."

Panic sets in as I realize I have no way of reaching the sender, no way of knowing what they want or how to save Ema. Another message appears on my screen, words that strike fear into the deepest recesses of my being. "Don't dare to share this with anyone if you want to save Ema." The threat hangs in the air, a dark cloud that threatens to engulf us all. My mind races, searching for answers, for any clue that might help me navigate this nightmare.

a story they believe was left unfinished when Aria walked away from the knife. Do not mistake me: we do not believe in their logic. But we know how dangerous a compelling story can be in frightened mouths. Be cautious. Assume they are watching for you specifically. We are increasing wards at home and speaking with the Council about public messaging to undercut this thinking before it takes deeper root. (Yes, I know how you feel about “messaging.” We will try not to turn you into a poster more than strictly necessary.) Return safely. —Rowan Under her signature, smaller, in Mara’s quick, messy scrawl:

I clicked on the messages. {Dear Ms. Parker This is a reminder from the doctor's office regarding your upcoming IUD removal appointment. As your IUD is approaching its expiration date, it's crucial to attend this appointment to ensure your continued reproductive health.} And then I clicked on the second message. ╭───────────────╮ Unknown: You're going to say yes... ╰───────────────╯ It didn't take a genius to figure out who must have sent that message. I was going to say yes but now I wanted to say no just to spite him.