Texting Stories Scary Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

Paranoid. Dangerous. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost didn’t look. But I did. A text message. *Poor thing. All alone. No one believes you. It must be so hard. Don’t worry it’ll be over soon. A* My blood went cold. She was texting me now. Taunting me. And if I showed Dante, he’d say I sent it to myself. That I was making it up. I was trapped. Completely trapped. And somewhere in this house, Alicia was smiling.

CHAPTER 11 EYES EVERYWHERE ISLA You won't know how much and how fast you can go insane until you're sent a threatening text from an unknown number. I’ve read the text so many times it feels like it has been carved into my skull. “You’re collecting secrets like scars, Isla. Be careful who bleeds next.” At first, I thought rereading it would dull the fear and make it sound meaningless. Like repeating a word until it loses meaning, that was what I thought. Instead, it did the opposite.

Six teenagers stopped their car in front of an abandoned house in Minnesota. They are a group of TikTokers who often create horror-themed live streaming content. According to rumors, everyone who occupies this house will end up dying tragically. Whether it's real or just a rumor, the fact is that everyone who lives in this house always dies in a tragic way. "Here we go!" Max said excitedly. "Eiden, are you sure we're going to live here?" asked Elly who was sitting at the back with doubt.

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.

she commented. “Well… actually there is more…” I laughed feeling awkward about throwing everything on her at once. Fortunately, she was way to excited hearing about my quite supernatural stories to tell me to stop. I even thought she might have been memorizing my words for the sake of writing scenarios in the future. Unfortunately, there was nothing romantic about my last night's experience, it sounded more like a scene from a horror movie. I kept trembling even reminiscing those moments I was Immara.

I return to my pasta, which is colder than it should be, and shake my head. Scaredy-cats. The most dangerous people I know, rattled by a single old picture, and still somehow synchronized in their reactions. I take another bite and open a new message to Jake. “When you are free. Quiet trace. And yes, the story is as ridiculous as it sounds.”

It was another ordinary day, until Shannon got a strange text message on her phone. It was from an unknown number, and the message was cryptic and unsettling. Shannon's heart started to race as she tried to decipher the meaning of the message. She felt a sense of dread wash over her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. Shannon sat at her desk, staring at her phone. She couldn't stop thinking about the message she had received. Who was this person, and what did they want? What could they possibly mean by "I'm more dangerous than you can think"?

I whispered, keeping my voice low so Xavier wouldn't hear every word. "No! Tell me what happened", she shrieked, making me flinch as I kept a bit of distance between my ear and the phone. Sheesh. Well someone's excited. "Well", I whispered. "Xavier is practically a slobbering mess. You know that cock ring I ordered online a week ago?", "Shut up! No way! You used it?" "Mmhmm" "OMG!! Girl he is obviously going to be such an orgasm deprived mess right now but do tell how did you use it?"