Novel & Cerita Scary Stories Messages

"This is a message to the student body. The student, Aya Adder, should report immediately to the principal's office. Repeat, Aya Adder, please come to the principal's office immediately. Not complying with this will result in severe repercussions." The last message unlike the first two, is not from the school, as the first two were, since the school must've sent them out. But the third one is from Machiv, and is a picture. It shows, after looking at it closely, a screenshot of text messages of Aya with somebody else where she explicitly states, "I want the drafts so I can put those suckers in their place," along with, "now we've got an axe to cut the little animals up!"

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.

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.

I take it out and click on the message notification. Unknown: "Tears look good on your face."

It does spell my doom because getting such a number of notifications can only mean the internet is back on. Who in the moon's name ruined my plans!? I unlock the phone, looking through the messages with a drumming heart. And he sent me messages, that demon. My fingers start shaking, not from shock but from the fear of what I might see. Has he posted it online already? I better leave this pack quietly than have the people push me away themselves. My beast is already restless; however, I stubbornly click on his messages. Oh, well, that dick has been messaging me since last night.

“Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that there’s a man who stalks you, threatens you, even going as far as slashing the fucking brakes of a car he knew you were driving, all just to hurt you. And you didn’t think to tell me?” “The only reason I didn’t tell you is because I’m used to messages like that.” The words left my mouth in a rush, desperate for him to see where I was coming from. “I have tons of them in my email, but I’ve always considered them harmless. A bunch of obsessed guys. That’s all.” Alex shot up to his feet. “Just how many of this kind of messages do you get?” “Just a few in my spam folder, but I’ve a lot of them in my message requests on i***a.”

“What kind of strange messages?” “Please read the second and third messages,” Sarah said, her voice sounding slightly shaky. “The name Nocture is mentioned very clearly over and over again. That’s what convinced me this person definitely didn’t send them by mistake.” Auri began reading the messages line by line from the mysterious number. ‘Don’t celebrate too soon. Your damn flower shop doesn’t deserve to reopen.’ Auri froze for a moment, though she still tried to keep her expression under control. She then scrolled down to read the next message, which had arrived only a few minutes later. It was much longer, filled with profanity, threats, and horrifying curses.

Martha slowly handed the phone back to Annah and stammered, "I just received a strange message, Annah. It's...it's a warning, but I don't understand who sent it or what it means." Annah's expression shifted from confusion to worry as she read the message on her phone. The two friends exchanged fearful glances, realizing that something ominous was looming over their peaceful evening, and they needed to figure out what to do next.

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.

His chin fell to his chest as he turned back toward his desk, letting out a quiet growl of frustration at the interruption. Even in his exhausted state, Marcus would never consider ignoring the message, knowing that because very few people have access to this account, it was likely important. He moved quickly to check the message, hoping it was something that could wait until tomorrow, or at least until he had eaten. All thoughts of food and rest disappeared from his mind as soon as he saw the sender and subject line of the message. The sight stopped his heart. The sender was from a free email site used by thousands, but the sender’s name was listed as “Scooby”. The subject line of the email