#strange message

[lemonsweet]

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[chloeworships]

📲A STRANGE MSG (SOCIAL MEDIA)

📲A STRANGE MSG (SOCIAL MEDIA)

[vimeddiee]

Hello, I used to follow you before I deleted my tumblr when doxxing was starting to be a serious problem. People with beliefs like mine were getting threats daily already but with people staring to follow up on it I didn't want to take any chances. I don't know what the latest incident is, but the fact that they happen at all is sign enough to get off tumblr entirely. I want you to know that some of the things you repost can easily be seen as a threat against others. Please be careful.

Thanks for the warning nonnie, I’m sorry to hear about your experiences on Tumblr. 

I’m not sure what you’re talking about, and I don’t know what your beliefs are and this message is so vague that I’m a little suspicious of it though, sorry.

[jason-doe]

It’s a strange oddly cold night, ink blue darkness is spilling over the forest suffocating the mansion, like jaws swallowing the building whole. Town lights flicker, and dim one by one as the residents fall for slumber.

The wind is digging ice daggers in the ground, whistling songs with screams across the windows, drumming with long slender fingers. . The clock shows exactly 11:00 pm. When suddenly your phone rings with a voice mail. The sender is shown as nothing but gibberish, a scrambled mix of numbers and letters. And the message is nothing but noise.

Wrapped tightly in his cocoon of blankets Jason sat on his bed and continued to read Of Mice and Men in the somber blue glow of the weather outside. The room was empty and cold, void of any signs of life other than his own, so he pushed himself as close to the wall as he could and focused on the words scrawled out on the pages before him. Nature seemed to be groaning around him, begging for anyone to listen to it's cries as the frost and winds bore down upon them all. It was like a scene out of some cheesy horror movie, the boy alone in his room hiding behind a book as the eerie sounds dance through the darkness to scare him. The only thing is? Jason hated horror movies and as brave as he was trying to be he was definitely frightened. Even his obnoxious roommate wasn't around for him to distract himself with.

His phone suddenly rang out, breaking the silence and causing himself to lose his place in the book. It was the middle of the night and hardly anyone knew his number so he instantly sprang from the bed, stumbling over all the sheets, as he scrambled to his discarded pants pocket that currently housed the ringing device. Quickly pulling it free he paused when the name scrawled across the screen wasn't a name at all. The strange collection of symbols and numbers didn't seem real to him but he couldn't bring himself to answer the phone. Instead the young witch sat there, holding the phone in front of him, waiting for the caller to hang up. The few short minutes felt like hours to him as his fear took over. In all the stories he had read moments like this always led to two things; he was either going to receive some cryptic message or it was going to be a voicemail from his mother and he was going to have to seek help because his own sleep deprivation was causing him to have minor bouts of paranoia. 

The ringing finally stopped as the familiar buzz of a voicemail took over. Slowly unlocking his phone, he held it to his ear and listened as the phone dialed. "You have one new message. Call from..." and that was the last thing he heard from the phone. He was frozen in silence as the noise gurgled out of his phone, filling the room with it's strange grumbling. He couldn't even bring himself to hang up. Jason sat there in silence, eyes on his phone as the message played out it's chilling tones. The only comfort he was given was the beeping of his phone letting him no his battery was finally dying. He had no idea how long he had been sitting there, a prisoner to his own strange fears, but as soon as the device was dead he sauntered over to his bed and slid under his covers. "I need a new phone... that a more sleep." The blonde mumbled to himself as he rebuilt the cocoon around him and waited for the morning, or slumber, to find him.

[lost-cause134-blog]

The first message I received

Sometime in late August of last year I came home from work to find my computer unlocked (not a single person knows my password) with a notepad document opened up on my desktop. I had 2 guys living in the same room as me so I figured one of them did it. I never did ask them and they both moved out within a month. The document said:

"It's nice to see a new face"

I was a bit creeped out, but forgot about it until a few weeks later when the second event happened.

[i-hope-you-come-alive]

So in my family we have these things we call "messages".

So the other day I went to order my class ring (I know I'm lame...) and my mom asked me if I wanted my full name engraved, or just my initials. I told her that I wanted my initials, as well as James' since he died before he could get a class ring. 

Then today, I lost a ring. Now that probably sounds really normal, but that is a big deal for me. I have 3 rings that I wear EVERY day and I pretty much never take off. And if I ever have one off I notice right away because my finger feels naked. The ring that I lost was the tightest ring I wear, so there is pretty much no way in hell it just fell off. It takes real effort to get off. And I NEVER just take it off and leave it somewhere. After lots and lots of searching, my father found the ring laying on the ground outside the Elementary School that James and I both went too, which I walked by today. I seriously feel like he took the ring, put it there as a prank, and then somehow telepathically sent a message to my father that it was there. I would have never looked there and it would've been lost for good. 

So thank you James! Message received. And I love you too.