Weird Chat Novels & Stories

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Esther had so many questions and wanted to find answers because didn't know if she could trust this user, 'the_scarlet_truth', and what this person put on his website. Esther switched the browser window to the chatroom page, where she had a private conversation with 'the_scarlet_truth' user still open. She was about to write something, but began to hear whispers warning her to stop doing what she was doing now. Esther wanted to ignore them, but they grew very intense and sounded like coming out of her mind and soon gave her a headache. She grabbed her head with both hands, mentally pleading for them to stop, whoever they were. At this point her laptop suddenly shut down, then all lights in t

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“Explain the zombie situation before I lose what’s left of my sanity!” Ashley sighed, gripping the wheel tighter. “Okay. So. Not zombies.” “Great. Love that. Then why do they look like rejected extras from a horror movie?” “It’s… worse,” she said. I blinked. “Wow. Fantastic. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She took a breath. “There’s this new chat app. It just launched today and everyone’s been downloading it like crazy.” “Of course they have,” I muttered. “Because humanity collectively shares one brain cell.”

he said, running a hand through his hair. "Right now, an unidentified source is chatting to the media. Hinting towards weird and outrageous topics. I squint my brow. "What kind of topics?" His jaw contracts. " Abuse. modification. Unclean business.” I broaden my eyes, pretending not to know. "That's... terrible." He yells at me. "You consider this to be funny, huh?”

My company, my achievements, and some other things. I unlocked my phone and opened WhatsApp immediately before tapping on the guys group chat which held a good amount of messages under it in just an hour plus. These dudes are jobless. Mother-Fucking-Bois - 541 messages. Tristan; Don't y'all have things to do except blowing up my phone every God damn minute? I tapped on the send arrow and watch the message reliever before deciding to scroll through the previous messages in case I've missed out on something important. I got met with absurd and more absurd messages.

As for my mother-in-law and Doctor Ruby, they both groaned and sighed since this was something that happened almost every day. It's how we are like. It's how I'm like. I'm a Bizarre Wolf.

Pfff! Staring intently at my phone screen, an icon which looked like a chat bar appeared across the screen. It was framed with dripping bloods, dry bones and skulls perched around it, the bar was demarcating me and the creepy user. What’s with all these death signals? On the chat bar, appeared a text. “I invented it not for my own use. You bought it but don't want it. And he used it but doesn’t know how to feel or see it. What is it?”

I grinned at him before I pointed at a picture on his screen, "So, what's that?" "This is the window of a chat room on the dark web. People are more likely to talk about supernatural stuff here, though there is still a lot of false information." Kirsch pointed to a title on the screen-- The Middle Age: Final Chapter Of Magic. "You are looking into Magic in the human's chat room?" I rose an eyebrow, "I thought humans don't believe in that." "Not really. There are people who really believe in that actually, and sometimes they are really touching the edge of our secrecy."

Byron asked. “Yes, they do. I have no idea what the hell is going on or why they started this.” Chris groaned. *Group Chat* *What the hell is this? Brently* *It’s called a group chat. Kaelayni* *I thought he was smarter than that. I guess not. Poor Netaeylae. Danallae* *It’s ok, I am used to it. I keep him around because he is oh so pretty. Netaeylae*