Stanley Stories

I READ A MESSAGE AT 3:17 A.M.
I WISH I HADN’T.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL HORROR STORY.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 😨

I woke up around 3:17 a.m. because my phone started vibrating. There was no light. NEPA had taken light since night. Only my generator was on.

The message was from my own number.

It said: “Don’t turn.”

I thought it was a prank or maybe a delayed message, so I replied, “Who is this?”

The reply came immediately.

“If you turn and see it, it won’t ever leave you.”

My heart started beating fast. Before I could reply again, my generator suddenly went off by itself. The whole house went quiet.

That was when I heard footsteps inside my room.

I live alone. I locked my door.

My phone vibrated again.

“It’s behind you. It has been standing there since 3:10.”

I froze. I couldn’t move. I could feel something breathing close to my neck. The air was cold. It smelled like wet sand and rot.

Then something whispered my name.

I didn’t answer.

Another message came in.

“You already saw it. Even if you didn’t turn.”

I ran outside screaming.

This morning, my phone shows one unread message sent at 3:17 a.m. tomorrow.

I don’t know where to run. 😨

THE WHATSAPP BRIDE.

Chika met Ada on WhatsApp. She was charming, funny, and seemed too perfect. After weeks of chatting, she asked to meet. His heart raced.

That night, he opened his apartment door. A woman in a soaked, tattered wedding dress stood in his living room. No rain had fallen.

“Surprise…” she whispered.

The veil fell. Her eyes were pure black, her smile grotesquely wide. She leaned in close and hissed, “I’ve been living in your house. Watching. Waiting.”

Chika ran to his bedroom—and froze. On his bed, his phone vibrated. A new WhatsApp message from Ada:

“You can’t run. I’m inside with you.”

The lights went out. Then he felt her cold hand brush his shoulder.

Chika hasn’t slept alone since.