Scary Text Messages Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Their chatting was stopped because all of us suddenly received a text message from an unknown number. "If I die, please be happy. I don't want to see anyone cry or be sad. And I want everyone to smile at my funeral or at my grave. I don't want anyone to cry, I want to see all of you smiling in front of my coffin." What Casey read in the text was that they had received all of them. Were staring at each other because what they received was the same message as what Casey read. They all had astonishment on their faces because they didn’t know who was texting this message. While Jasper and Nicole looked at each other because they knew who that text was from.

So I need to read those messages. "Resign in META as early as possible, before I'll expose everything you have done". "I know who you are! You are a world-class bitch!" "I will give you three days to vacate your position, but if you won't, then, I'll tell everyone about your top secrets." These are the text messages sent to me from an anonymous sender. I don't know what exactly that means, so I thought it was just wrongly sent to me. I deleted the messages and put back my cellphone on the bedside table.

My fingers moved quickly to the messaging app and found that there were many threatening text messages. They were all from unknown IDs. I opened them one by one until the last message indeed read the same as what Richard had just mentioned. [You're ignoring me? Fine, but you won't be able to ignore me anymore if you find out what I can do to your mother.] My hands were suddenly shaking. The cell phone fell onto the table with a loud thud. My breathing quickened as panic set in. "Oh my, I'm sorry, Nikkie. I thought you had seen all the text messages. I was skimming through, and suddenly, the latest message popped up in the notification drawer. It's okay, come here," Richard said apologeticall

I got met with absurd and more absurd messages. After scrolling through the texts and finding nothing really serious or important, I ceased scrolling when two messages popped up beside the 'send arrow' signaling the income of two messages. Damon; The hell you think you are complaining about our messages? I snorted at Damon's text before reading the second one which was a reply to Damon's text. Hunter; My thoughts exactly! I mean... He should be thankful someone as important and golden as us are blowing up his phone with messages. Damon; Right! Someone please pass the message to Tris.

And your father, too! To my annoyance, it’s taking her too long to reply! I typed in another follow up message. Me: Answer me! How did we ever end up somehow being text mates? Ah, right! I messed around with her phone when she went to the comfort room. I saved her number on mine and began forwarding scary chain messages to her. She cursed me for weeks because of that… because apparently, she’s a scaredy cat. My phone vibrated and a giddy smile immediately made its way to my face.

"Well, Amy, would you like to grab a bite with me after the session?" Excited at the thought of making a new friend, I quickly agreed to lunch. Together, we walked into the room. Later that night, I lay in bed and went through the files on my new company again. Done with it and laying aside the ones that weren't really clear to me, there was nothing else that was stopping me from looking at my phone to the text message that I woke up to this morning. "You know what happens to people that take what doesn't belong to them? They die an ugly death." The text read. I still didn't know what I was going to do. If the intention was to scare me, then I was scared. I had to find a way to tell Liam.

For these few weeks, the one thing I was scared of was anonymous text messages. It wasn't the same number as before, but then, he might as well easily change numbers. My skin grew cold and clammy with nervousness, as I kept staring at the unrecognized sender, too scared to click open the message. It had been quite some time since I got a text from the unknown number which I now know was Rick. I closed my eyes briefly, inhaling deeply to calm my growing tension, only a few more minutes were left until I had to meet him, everything would be sorted out then.

I couldn't bring myself to tell Christopher or anyone else about the messages, worried that they would get hurt if they tried to protect me. I tried to maintain a facade of normalcy, going about my daily routine and continuing to work at the club, but the fear gnawed at me constantly. Every time I received a text, I would check over my shoulder, feeling the weight of someone's gaze on me, even in the crowded streets. Sleep became elusive, and nightmares haunted my nights. The messages invaded my thoughts during the day, leaving me distracted and on edge. I didn't want to burden anyone else with my fear, so I kept it all to myself, hoping that the threats would eventually stop.

Just as they were about to leave, my phone buzzed. A text from a private number. I clenched my jaw and opened the message. The text is written in capital letters. “MARRYING HER WON’T SAVE YOU, DREY. IF ANYTHING….. IT’S GOING TO COMPLETELY DESTROY YOU.” I stared at the phone, my heart pounding. I don’t usually get scared of threats but this?….. Who the hell knows about this already?

I’d be willing to pay. A simple message would replace the one that was deleted. “NO MESSAGE WAS EVER HERE. IT WAS YOUR IMAGINATION. GO BACK TO SLEEP AND STOP TEXTING.”