Novel & Cerita Scary Text Messages Stories

I had woken up next to Dice and after staring at his handsome face for minutes while fighting the urge to throw up in remembrance of the events that happened earlier, I reached for my phone to distract myself with the internet. Surely, tongues had already began to wag, following what had happened. Thankfully, someone had retrieved the phone for me from the scum of my ex. The first thing I saw when I switched on the phone was the text message from the unknown number, which I had earlier ignored. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You should look before leaping, beautiful. Today, the game officially begins. If you do not go down today, I'll keep chasing you into your grave until I'm successful. The message got m

I screamed. A text message from Lucas Halloway is something to worry about. Even though the message was already opened in my hand, I could not bring myself to read the content of it. I was just staring into oblivion, scared to read what he wrote because instinctively, I knew it would be nothing but trouble. I should have wondered how he got my phone number since we never see eye to eye. But I know getting my mobile number is not an issue for him, at least I work for him. But what could be so important that he is sending me a message?

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

His eyes are shadowed but alert. “You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered. “I could say the same to you.” His voice is low, and urgent. “Did someone text you?” My breath catches. “You got one too?” He pulls out his phone. The screen lights up with a message almost identical to mine. Tell her before it’s too late. I grip the cold metal of the truck and asked. “Who’s sending these?” “I don’t know.” His jaw tightens. “But they know enough to scare me.”

, a message came through. It was from an unknown number. Unknown Number: “How well do you know the man sleeping next to you?” I stared at the message for a full minute, my heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. I tried to tell myself it was spam. Just some random sick game. But then, a second message came in. A video. My hands trembled as I tapped on the file, praying it was nothing. But it didn’t open. Just a gray screen. Then a text followed:

No more hiding. “Listen carefully,” she said quickly. Both girls turned toward her. “If they search our phones, delete everything now.” Joy nodded immediately and pulled out her device. Veronica did the same nervously. Christiana opened hers too— Then froze. Unknown message. Received one minute ago. No number. No name. Only text. Don’t bother deleting anything. Her blood ran cold instantly. Another message appeared immediately underneath. I already copied everything. Christiana stopped breathing for a second. Joy noticed instantly.

] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on. The screen had barely lit up when a flood of missed calls and texts came bursting through. Ninety-eight missed calls. Three hundred and seventy-one texts. All from Victor. My fingertip hovered over the screen for a long while before I finally opened the messages. [Where are you? I know you read my diary.] [Scarlett, let me explain.] [I give up. Come back, and I'll agree to anything you want.] [Please. Don't leave me.] The last one had come in half an hour ago.

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.

I immediately opened the messages and read the contents of the text. From: +63948666327 Hi. I'm sorry to bother you. Too bad I didn't even catch up with you earlier at Kyla's party. They said you go home early, why? Four messages in a row. I immediately replied to it. To: +63948666327 Who's this? I replied to the number that I texted. Who is this feeling close to? I returned my attention to watching. After a few minutes it replied. From: +63948666327

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.