Weird Chat Novels & Stories

Close enough that I caught a faint, clean scent drifting off her. She looked out at the lake and spoke. "This lake has a name—Willowmere. The older folks say if you make a wish here, it'll come true. To us, it's about belief." I paused. "What?" She smiled when she saw my face. "People here really respect this place. If the elders catch you tossing stones, they'll lecture you all day." I scratched my head, a little embarrassed. Watching her calm smile, the heaviness Vanessa left behind finally eased.

Seemingly overnight, I received a ton of private messages on one of my social media platforms. They were all from strangers who called me an ingrate and claimed I was a fool—a love-addled fool who didn't know what was good for me. Their insults left me feeling outraged and indignant. Amid my confusion, I saw a video Natasha posted. It turned out that she had been posting videos about me online, claiming I was her love-addled brain dorm mate who dedicated my entire life to my boyfriend.

I spent hours in my apartment thinking of what I could have done wrong to end up here but I don’t think there’s an answer. So I picked up my jumbled brain and began to focus on my emails. I open my nightstand to find my laptop and decide to distract myself with an other chatroom. I’ve used this chatroom to try and socialize with other people my age. It helps that it’s a chatroom for intelligent kids to pick each other’s brains and it’s mostly anonymous. Especially since socializing is not my strong suit.

knock. Something pinged the outer firewall of the Zurich server. "Echo?" I ask aloud. "I see it," Echo says from the speakers. "Anomaly detected. External signal." "Is it a hacker? A remnant of Evelyn's group?" "No," Echo says. His voice sounds... confused. "The signal architecture is alien. Not foreign. Alien. It does not match any known coding language on Earth." I sit up straighter. "Show me." A waveform appears on the main screen. It’s complex. Fractal.

The message preview contained only three words. We need to talk.

Why she's stuttering? I feel something weird. #30

The joke would not be funny anymore, I suppose. "Marcus," I said to my best friend. He was looking at his computer. I knew he was planning something safe. Trust him to be meticulous about saving lives. "Yes," He said, looking up at me, and I sat up on the couch. The Alpha office was built for one Alpha, and Marcus was occupying the seat, leaving me to use the couch. We might have to add another desk to equalise. "I am really pissed off about that private joke," I confessed, "I say we fuck peace and rain down on them. When they too have to hide in bomb shelters and whatnot, it would no longer be funny," I said, and he sighed.

Instead I send back a single message. Alex- See you tonight. "

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