You had been getting strange texts from an unknown number for weeks. At first, you thought it was just a prank, but the messages kept coming. They were creepy, saying things like "I know what you did" and "You're being watched". You tried to ignore them, but they just kept coming. You changed your phone number, but somehow, they still found you. You felt like you were going crazy.
One night, you received a message that made your blood run cold: "I'm coming for you". You tried to call the police, but they couldn't help. You were on your own.
You barricaded yourself in your room, waiting for the inevitable. The messages kept coming: "I'm outside", "I'm in the house", "I'm in your room". And then, the messages stopped.
The silence was deafening. You waited, frozen in fear, but nothing happened. You slowly crept out of your room, looking around cautiously. That's when you saw it: a text on your phone, sent at the exact time the messages stopped. It was from your own number. The message read: "I'm already here"
You felt a chill run down your spine. How was this possible? You didn't send that message. Or did you? You tried to think back, but your memories were hazy. Had you really been sending those messages all along? Were you the one watching yourself?
You shook your head, trying to clear the thoughts. That was impossible. You were just getting stressed out. But as you looked around the room, you started to notice things. The furniture was slightly out of place. The door was open a crack. You were sure you had closed it.
And then, you saw it: a figure standing in the mirror. It was you. You tried to scream, but your voice was stuck in your throat. The figure moved closer, its eyes black as coal. You stumbled backward, tripping over your own feet. The figure reached out, its hand closing around your wrist.
And then, everything went black. When the police found your phone, the last message was still on the screen. But it had changed. It now read: "I've been here all along"
Your body was never found. But some say that on certain nights, when the moon is full, you can still hear the sound of text messages being sent. And if you listen closely, you can hear a voice whispering: "I'm already here"
The messages kept coming, even after you were gone. "I'm watching you", "I'm waiting for you", "I'm you". And if you ever receive a message from an unknown number, don't bother responding. Just know that it's already too late.
The horror didn't end there. The messages continued, spreading to your friends and family. They would receive strange texts, saying things like "I know your secrets" and "I'm coming for you". It was like the madness was contagious, spreading from phone to phone.
And in the end, it was not just you who disappeared. It was everyone who had ever received a message. The messages kept coming, a never-ending cycle of terror. And the last message, the one that was left on every phone, read: "I'm still here"*The Last Message*
You had been getting strange texts from an unknown number for weeks. At first, you thought it was just a prank, but the messages kept coming. They were creepy, saying things like "I know what you did" and "You're being watched".
You tried to block the number, but the messages kept coming. You changed your phone, but the messages followed. You felt like you were going crazy.
One night, you received a message that made your blood run cold: "I'm coming for you".
You tried to call the police, but they couldn't help. You were on your own.
You barricaded yourself in your room, waiting for the inevitable. The messages kept coming: "I'm outside", "I'm in the house", "I'm in your room".
And then, the messages stopped.
The silence was deafening. You waited, frozen in fear, but nothing happened. You slowly crept out of your room, looking around cautiously.
That's when you saw it: a text on your phone, sent at the exact time the messages stopped.
It was from your own number.
The message read: "I'm already here"
You felt a chill run down your spine. How was this possible? You didn't send that message. Or did you?
You tried to think back, but your memories were hazy. Had you really been sending those messages all along? Were you the one watching yourself?
You shook your head, trying to clear the thoughts. That was impossible. You were just getting stressed out.
But as you looked around the room, you started to notice things. The furniture was slightly out of place. The door was open a crack. You were sure you had closed it.
And then, you saw it: a figure standing in the mirror.
It was you.
You tried to scream, but your voice was stuck in your throat. The figure moved closer, its eyes black as coal.
You stumbled backward, tripping over your own feet. The figure reached out, its hand closing around your wrist.
And then, everything went black.
When the police found your phone, the last message was still on the screen. But it had changed.
It now read: "I've been here all along"
Your body was never found. But some say that on certain nights, when the moon is full, you can still hear the sound of text messages being sent. And if you listen closely, you can hear a voice whispering: "I'm already here"
The messages kept coming, even after you were gone. "I'm watching you", "I'm waiting for you", "I'm you".
And if you ever receive a message from an unknown number, don't bother responding. Just know that it's already too late.
