New Message

New Message is a great scary story written by Jenna-911. It’s the creepy and disturbing tale of a girl, a stalker and a mobile phone.

New Message

When I was sixteen years old, I got my first cell phone. It was a normal flip phone, one that blinked red when I had a new text message. The first time I got one of the messages, I didn’t think much of it.

Him: I love you

Me: I think you have the wrong number, sorry. LOL

Him: No, I love you

Me: Really? Well… who are you?

Him: Your true love

I showed the message to my friend Kirsten. She just laughed and shrugged her shoulders. I didn’t reply to the mysterious man’s text message and promptly forgot all about it. I figured the poor guy had probably been trying to date some girl and she gave him a wrong number to get rid of him.

When I was seventeen years old, I got a new blackberry phone, which still had the red blinking light for new messages. I also got my first boyfriend. His name was Todd.

One day, in the middle of class, I noticed the red light blinking inside my purse. Making sure the teacher wasn’t looking, I pulled out my blackberry, held it under my desk and read the message:

Him: Where have you been?

Me: Who is this?

Him: I missed you, baby. You miss me too?

Me: Sorry, wrong number

Him: Don’t play with me, Sweet Thing!

Me: Seriously, you have the wrong number. I have a boyfriend. Bye.

There was no response. Two days later, I received another message:

Him: Jenna?

He knew my name. I don’t know how, but he knew my name. I showed the message to my boyfriend. Todd took the phone out of my hand and replied with an angry messsage.

Me: Listen, dude. This is my girlfriend’s phone. She doesn’t know you and she doesn’t want to know you. You have the wrong number. If you don’t lay off, we’ll go to the cops. Stop texting her.

At the time, it seemed to do the trick. The mystery man never replied and I thought that was the end of it.

When I was eighteen years old, I got a new iPhone that went “bing” whenever I received a new message. I also broke up with my boyfriend. The very next day after Todd and I split up, the messages started again.

Him: I’ve missed you

I stared at my phone in disbelief. It couldn’t be the same person, could it? Maybe it was just Todd, trying to freak me out.

Me: Who is this?

Him: You know who this is. I’m glad you got rid of him

Me: Who?

Him: That scumbag you called a boyfriend. Seeing you with him always made me mad.

Me: Listen, you creep! Stop texting me! I don’t know who you are or if this is some kind of joke, but stop it!

Him: No! You listen, Bitch! You’re mine. If I see you with another guy, you’ll regret it. BTW do you leave your curtains open at night so I can watch you?

I was sitting on my bed as I read the text message. Horrified, I immediately turned to look out my window. It was on the ground floor. Anyone standing in the backyard could see straight into my bedroom. I jumped up and pulled the curtains shut. Then, I called my friend Kirsten and told her what had happened. She came right over and convinced me to go to the police.

When we arrived at the police station, the officers were very helpful. I showed them my phone and they managed to track the man’s number. They ended up finding a battered old blackberry phone in an abandoned building about two blocks from my house. There was gooey stuff all over it, as well as on the floor. The phone was registered to a man who had gone missing a few months before. He had still not been found.

I changed my phone number and, for a month or so, everything was fine.

One night, I went to a party at a friend’s house. A lot of the guests were playing drinking games and quite a few had passed out on the couch or were throwing up in the bathroom. At end of the night, I realized that my purse was missing. I went around the house, searching for it everywhere, but I couldn’t find it.

I saw kirsten coming out of the bathroom and begged her to help me find my purse. We eventually went outside and found my purse lying on the front lawn. All of the contents were scattered aroundon the grass. We started gathering everything up. Luckily, all of my money and credit cards were still there. The only thing that was missing was my lip balm, which I honestly couldn’t care less about. I figured one of the drunk girls had probably been rummaged through my purse to borrow some lip balm and had accidentally spilled everything out.

Kirsten and I decided to call a taxi, but when I took out my phone, I realized that someone had been using it to send a bunch of text messages. The last text was just a bunch of gibberish. I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I scrolled through the messages.

I was right. Some drunk girl had been playing around with my phone. She had answered messages posing as me. A whole conversation had taken place:

Him: Hey Sweetie. Haven’t talked in a while

Her: Ur right. Sup sexy?

Him: How are you?

Her: Gd, you?

Him: I’m just sitting here thinking about you. I missed you. Did you miss me?

Her: LOL. Ur funny. Whr R U? -her

Him: You know I can’t tell you that. You already went to the cops once

Her: Cops?

Him: You think I didn’t know? It took me a while to forgive you for that. Almost as long as it took me to find your new number. Did you miss me?

Her: LOL. Sure!

Him: I see you’re not at home tonight. What are you doing?

Her: U can see me?

Him: No, Jenna. I can see where you are on GPS. That’s not your house

Her: At frnds. Drinkin

Him: Are you drunk? Wait there. I will come and pick you up.

Nine minutes later, the girl finally replied.

Her: OK Sory I j/k. This not Jenna I found her phon

Him: You stole Jenna’s phone?!

Her: No. Borrowd it

Him: I’m coming there right now. What have you done with Jenna?

Her: Nothin! Dont com here! Your creepy

Him: I’ll kill you if you hurt her

Him: Answer me. You better not have hurt her!

Him: Bitch, you’re dead!

Her: Is tht u in th red car?

Her: Dude, ur creepy. I’m goin inside.

Her: WTF? Was tht u?

Her: K stop. I’ll leave the phegooi2362 0gm4t-my 23-y3440y=;

There were three more text messages like this, with letters and symbols, as if someone had mashed the keyboard with their fingers. As I finished reading, the phone vibrated in my hand:

Him: Jenna. Hope you found your phone and purse okay. I have the bitch that tried to steal them. Don’t worry, she won’t bother you again. Your lip balm tastes so good. I can’t wait to taste it off your lips.

I burst into tears and immediately called 9-1-1, trying to explain the gravity of the situation. A patrol car arrived about ten minutes later and the police officers found me sitting on the front lawn, sobbing. Kirsten was trying to comfort me and a bunch of party-goers gathered around me, trying to figure out what was happening.

There was a man and woman officer. The man was older and bald but the woman looked only a few years older than me and looked worried. I tried to tell them what happened but ended up just handing them the phone while choking out things like “texting me since I was sixteen” and “already went to cops” and “help her”. As soon as the police figured out what was happening, they ran back to the patrol car and called it in

hours later, using GPS, they managed to locate the other phone. It was in a lake. They pulled the lifeless body of the drunk girl out of the icy water. The phone had been stuffed half-way down her throat. When the police identified her, it turned out I had only met her once and we only had one friend in common.

Even though I didn’t know her, I went to her funeral and listened to all the kind things her friends and family said about her. So many people loved her. I felt terrible about what had happened. The guilt was unbearable and even though everyone told me it wasn’t my fault, I still blamed myself.

The stalker had made me feel completely vulnerable. I was afraid that he would keep on finding me. It seemed like the nightmare would never end. I changed my number again, then I moved house. A good friend of mine, a guy called Matt, had a two-bedroom apartment and was looking for a roommate. I thought that would be the safest option. For a while, it appeared that my life would go back to normal. However, a few weeks ago, the messages started again.

In the early hours of the morning, my phone buzzed. I reached for it and read the text with tired, haunted eyes.

Him: Found you!

I stared at the screen, unable to move for a few minutes.

Him: Aren’t you going to say Hello?

Bitter tears started rolling down my cheeks.

Him: You know I hate to see you cry

I froze. For a few moments, I didn’t breathe. I didn’t even blink. Slowly, I turned my head and stared in horror at my bedroom window.
Outside, on the fire escape, stood a man. He was dressed in black from head to toe and silhouetted against the street light behind him. All I could see clearly was the palm of his hand, pressed against the window. His hot breath was fogging up the glass.

I didn’t wait to see what would happen. Jumping out of my bed, I ran down the hallway and burst into Matt’s room, screaming at him to call the police. He was jolted out of his slumber.

“Jenna, what is it?” he asked.

“The man I told you about!” I shouted in terror. “The Stalker! He’s here! Outside my window! Call the police!”

He was too stunned to move. I grabbed his phone and called the police myself. As I explained what had happened, my roommate’s eyes grew wide. He reached into his closet, grabbed a baseball bat, and set off down the hallway. I tried to call him back, but he didn’t listen.

His footsteps came to a stop and I heard angry voices and the sounds of a struggle. Then, there was a sickening THOCK! It sounded like wood colliding with something hard. A muffled voice shouted my name. I wasn’t sure who it was. I heard someone moaning in pain, followed by a loud thud. Then the entire apartment was eerily silent.

“Matt?” I yelled. There was no answer. I crept out of his room and as quietly as I could, I made my way towards the kitchen. Grabbing a butcher knife from the kitchen drawer, I pressed myself up against the wall and tried not to make a sound.

In the doorway, I saw a large shadow appear. It was the silhouette of a man. He looked much larger than Matt.

“What do you want?” I screamed. “I already called the police! They’re on their way!”

The man just chuckled. A quiet, menacing chuckle. Then he started walking towards me and I could hear him muttering my name under his breath over and over again.

“Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna…”

I didn’t move. There was nowhere left for me to run. He came right up to me and his face was inches from mine. He was older than I thought he would be, his dark beard streaked with grey. His eyes were hollow, with large black circles underneath. His teeth looked like they were rotting in his mouth.

I was holding the knife behind my back. As his big fat hand reached for my neck, I let out a primal scream and lashed out as hard as I could. He stumbled backwards, a shocked look on his face. The knife was sticking out of his chest.

I pushed past him and ran out into the hallway. He tried to follow me, but when i looked over my shoulder, I saw him drop to his knees. Then, he fell face-down on the carpet. I wasn’t sure if he was alive or dead and I didn’t want to take the chance.

I ran into my bedroom and locked the door behind me. Matt lay slumped against the wall, a large purple bump already forming on his forehead. He was unconscious. I hurried over to him and cradled his head in my arms as I waited for the police to arrive. I touched Matt’s face lightly and cried into his chest. Then, I heard the sirens in the distance and soon, the flashing lights were outside.

The police yelled out when they entered my apartment and I heard them talking outside my room. They broke through my bedroom door and I looked up gratefully.

“What happened in the hallway?” The police officer asked.

“He came in through my window and attacked my friend. Then he was coming for me, so I… I stabbed him.”

The police officer looked puzzled. “There’s nothing in that hallway but a whole lot of blood.”

I looked from him to the hallway and began screaming. I took my phone and threw it at the wall as hard as I could, shattering it. They took Matt to the hospital and brought me to the police station for questioning. Halfway through my interview, the officer was called out of the room. When he came back, he told me that the body of a man had been found a few blocks from my house. he had died of stab wounds.

They identified the man and learned that he had a criminal record for stalking, kidnapping and attempted murder. They broke into his house and found one room completely dedicated to me. I saw the pictures the police photographer took. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with images of me. In some of them, I looked no older than thirteen. There was a lot of sticky stuff encrusted on the walls and the pictures. There were pillows and an old blanket on the floor. I thought I recognized the blanket. It was one I had lost when I was a child.

They also found the remains of a girl’s body in his freezer; a girl who had disappeared almost twenty years earlier. She had been his first obsession. He was forty-eight years old when I killed him. He had no family or loved ones. He had lived like a hermit for most of his life.

Matt got out of the hospital a week ago. He has a fractured skull and three broken ribs. We moved into a new apartment, one with an alarm system and reinforced windows. We’re also officially boyfriend and girlfriend. I don’t have a phone, and I don’t know if I will ever get one.

Whenever I hear the sound of Matt’s phone ringing, it sends a shiver down my spine.

Comments

  1. HydraGaming_YT says

    great story but why would you waste an i phone it could have been the 7++++++++++++++++++++++++

  2. jenn3985 says

    I also feel bad for the man. He has no friends or family. He probably is lonely… Also poor Jenna and Matt.

  3. ThatGirlEmily says

    Omg I’ve had a stalker before a while ago. Me and my friend met this girl on this game and she became our “friend”, later on she started to ask weird questions about me. Then one day she ended up somehow getting my phone number and she started to text me. She would send me weird messages saying things she knew about me even though I’ve never met her. She claimed that she went to my school and that she knows everything I do. She somehow actually knew everything. She said things like, “Nothing will stop me, I’m watching you right now. I was watching you sleep last night…” And then she somehow knew about every conversation I had with my friends. She even knew information about my friends that they don’t normally tell people. Later on, I found out she tapped my phone, hacked into my social media, and she was somehow able to text the people in my contacts from my number so they would think it’s me. Not too long ago, she threatened to hurt me and my friends through text and I was sent to the dean’s office to discuss it. I still to this day, don’t know who this person is, or how they found out all of this information about me and my friends.

  4. starfire says

    I read this story 3 years ago !! And now I came to read this story again becasuse I got a msg yesterday from an unknow number the sender knows my name adress school and everything and now I’m scared for life 😓

  5. Snakegirl62 says

    I’m not aloud to get a phone until I’m fifteen. Only after reading this sort of don’t want to…I really don’t like stalkers…😁😑😬😟awesome story though! 9/10 creepy stalkers!

  6. shiv says

    everyone is sorry for jenna in the comments………………all i want to know is what is the sticky stuff on the walls and stuff…………is it c*m

  7. DemonicQueenzilla says

    Mind blown 😑🔫 This is the craziest scary story I’ve ever read! Thx SFK! 10 outta 10 new messages.

  8. Mary Shaw says

    That was a sad and crazy story… Good Job @Jenna-911… That again was great. Can someone right a story on a topic if I give them one.

  9. shiv says

    This is more of a thriller. Horrors are more scary involving killing and ghosts and stuff…..not really stalkers. Very good story……you people gotta teach me how to write like that

  10. Smiley says

    OMG im sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo glad that some people are on the site more recently!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

  11. tealblood22 says

    Poor jenna! I don’t know if this is a real or fake story, but either way it is SO bad that there are people like that man out there!
    :(

  12. The Light of Lilly says

    That must be the/one of the best stories ever written on this page. i absolutely love it. Very realistic and perfectly balanced.

    – Never take chances with stalkers, get rid of them fast.

  13. mmmchocolate says

    LMAO I FINALLY GOT WHAT “STICKY STUFF” MEANT XDD
    dude.
    that’s lewd, man.
    sfk knows what’s up

  14. Riruru says

    Everyone on here is like “She got a flip phone when she was 16? I got a phone when I was 10.” etcetera stuff. Come on, who knows how old this story is? If it’s a true story, then maybe her parents are a bit strict. There’s actually nothing to be so surprised about this.
    I’m going to turn 12 on March 22, but I still don’t have a phone. The laptop I use is not mine. There’s nothing to be freaked about.

  15. MissYellowPorsche says

    Ummmm…. she got a flip-phone when she was 16? I got my first phone when I was 10 and that was a samsung… Now I have an Iphone LOL

  16. jacks_scared_badly says

    This story is good and shame on u ppl who thaught dirty when they said STICKY STUFF and shame on me cause I thought the same thing 😉😏😏

  17. FAN OF SCARY FOR KIDS says

    Stalking is a cool job especially when we stalk on others. Just kidding. Super scary story.

  18. princess-pumpkin says

    I hate stalkers , plus stalkers are creepy , im glad I don’t have a stalker.

  19. Username_Invalid says

    Right. Sounds like the creepy guy from Lovelt Bones. My aunt wouldn’t let me watch the scene where the old man kills the girl. But I watched it anyways the next day on computer. Awesome story btw. I love stories with stalkers in them. :D

  20. spideysenses says

    This is one of the best horror stories on this site till date. Anyways I never liked stories involving monsters or something like that…

  21. FR34K says

    that isn’t the scariest story i’ve heard, yet its my absolute favourite on this website. good job, whoever made this!

  22. Kapoopie says

    This story is amazing, and so well written, it was like i was standing there, watching what was happening as it progressed. Thats what scares me most about your stories, it makes me feel like im there, watching it play back and i see everything. You writting is amazing, and clearly shown in this story

  23. lizett says

    I want a phone,before i had to use my mom’s phone to read the stories,now i use my laptop.

  24. JustCreeped says

    That Stalker Has Been Stalking That Girl Like for 10 years!! We should times it with PIE, and that’s How Many Years He Will Stay In Jail, So Thats Hmmm.. FOREVER

  25. xXPunk_GirlXx says

    @cutekittenz i know wht u mean..XD
    u better not say it out loud or u’ll b in trouble…hehee after all its a kidz website !!

  26. CuteKittenz says

    The sticky stuff might of been… Spit xD I’m not gonna say what I thought it was… PS This is my fave story on scaryforkids

  27. Satan666 says

    I love this story but I thought that The Babysitter one was better. ps, stupid drunk girl! anyways, does anyone know when the texas chainsaw massacre 3d comes out on dvd? I love horror!! :)

  28. Tigerhallam says

    Now this is the type of story we want. Horror isn’t all about gore or monsters; it’s about how terrifying humans can be all on their own. How many animals murder, torture (including psychological torture) or anything else like that for fun? Only humans.

  29. jaimeandviky1021 says

    Awesome story,it grabbed my attention since the first word,I want more stories like this.(I have been on this website for a year now and I finally got a new account.)

  30. CuteKittenz says

    Cool. I just want to know, what is the sticky stuff??? I have an idea, but its kinda dirty xD

  31. Crona Richtofen says

    finally i have a Scary for kids account, it took me a while but i made it (totally out of the scary theme here)

  32. Pinkie Pie says

    I have a super-duper scary story!

    ‘I see you, Pinkie Pie’

    One black, starry night in Ponyville, Pinkie Pie was walking back to Sugarcube Corner because she forgot party hats for a party she was attending. It was scary because nopony else was outside. Pinkie Pie heard a cold, scary voice whispering, “I see you….I see you Pinkie…” Pinkie yelped. “Who’s there..?” she asked nervously. Pinkie picked up her pace. The voice suddenly screamed, “I’M GONNA KILL YOUUUUUU!” Pinkie turned around, and then everything went black.

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