Scary Text Message Stories Novels & Stories

My fingers roamed the nightstand's top until it met with my phone. The glow of my phone screencast itself against my face as I scrolled through. There was a noticeable red-colored pop-up notification, which was an unread message notification. My heart immediately skipped a beat. My fears were confirmed as I read the text message. “You're running out of time, Tanya; keep to your end of the deal.” Those were the words that the text message read. The account that sent it was immediately blocked, and my phone was tossed on the bed. Can't anything go well in my life for once in history?

"Don't go to the bank!" "You'll die! Escape now!" "He's not your husband!" I stare at the text message I suddenly received. A chill runs down my spine. I tremble so badly that my earphones even fall out. Fear surges within me in no time. The person who texted me is undoubtedly Nathan, my husband! But he is at home right now! If the text sender weren't my husband, who could it be then? "Who are you? Why are you saying this?" I type back.

The phones seemed to give Charlotte and her friend a glimmer of hope. To them, the clients listed were their lifelines. However, the phones in our factory were far from normal. I sat in the chair nearby, keeping an eye on them. Right then, the last woman snapped. The second the call connected, she cried out for help. "Please, save me! I've been abducted, and they're holding me at Prime Works Factory!" How could she think the person on the other end of the line was an ordinary human?

Scarlet's voice cracked as she explained the situation to Trump and Lyssa, her eyes welling up with tears. "It's...it's a blackmail message. Someone has a photo of me and Peter, and they're threatening to send it to everyone unless I pay them 1 million dollars." Her words tumbled out in a panicked rush, her fear and anxiety obvious. Trump's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger and concern. "Show me," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. He took the phone from Scarlet's trembling hands, his expression growing grimmer as he examined the message and photo.

The phone binged again, I picked it with shaky fingers, it was from the same unknown number I will kill you; it read Then another came You'll die bitch ,I'll watch as the blood drains out of your heart and get a taste of it; I clasped a hand over my mouth to swallow back a scream, beads of sweat began to form on my face There was no doubt in my mind as to who sent the text. It has to be him. Hayden. But he has never done this before....never has been so creepy, why now......? To torture me.... To scare me...

she tells me. "I know I am because I have got the best daughter in the world." I tell her when my phone pinged with the text from unknown number that said. "Warning! You are getting tricked. Open your eyes or you will loose everything." the number stated in the text making me frown and look at it suspisciously. I tried calling the number, but the call won't g through which is strange. Who can send the message one moment like this and then get unreachable? And, what the fuck does it mean by this text?

She wished she had been able to explain everything to her earlier. Her phone beeped, waking her from her temporary fear induced slumber. With shaky hands, she unlocked it. One new message. For heavens sake, who was sending her a text message? Her phone nearby slipped out of her hands. She had foreseen her death but didn't know it would come that early. It was a text from Conor. Unknown no: You careless little thing. You're so dead.

{Faith} As soon as I make it far from the crowd, my phone buzzes in my bag. I take it out and see an unsaved number on the screen. The text message contains only a link. Panic coils in my chest as I tap on the link. It loads slowly. What’s happening? Did one of Ace’s enemies kill him and then send an untraceable link to the gory scene? No, that cannot happen! Finally, the link loads into a green and white text interface. A message pops up a second later.

I wanted my text to convey a message that I was scared. The red dots appeared, stopped, cropped up again and stopped. He repeated it a few more times, probably to increase Matt's fears before he sent a message. “Why don't you guess, Darling?” With one hand holding Matt's phone, I sent a text to Dad letting him know I was chatting with that bastard at the moment. I need someone else with them so we can tackle this together. Matt would have been the best option if this had nothing to do with him. “Please…. I don't know. I'm… I'm… Scared.”

It was while I was on this forced business trip, that I received a a text message from an unknown number which said, 'Your fantasy will happen this week. I texted back, 'LOL I think you have the wrong number.' 'No, I don't have the wrong number. Check your email, Roy,' was the reply. I checked my email account using my laptop. Sure enough I'd received an email from a unique address and The email message read, 'Notice the number 222? That's your street house number, isn't it? That's where I am going to fuck your wife. I plan to be fucking her by Wednesday. You won't be home till Friday night, so she will be really satisfied by the time you get back.