Texts From Hell

Laying on the bed, wrapped tight inside her blankets, Marianne shivered. She hoped that she would never, ever see it or hear it again. 
But that noise…
It just wouldn’t stop.
Marianne had lost her phone about a month ago, and she was worried. So worried that she decided to let her friend drag her to a party to get drunk. That wasn’t a good idea.
After the party, Marianne was so drunk that she could only use the words “standing” and “can walk” to describe things.
In her happy and delirious state, she went back to her dorm and found her phone sitting on her table, like a preschooler patiently waiting outside for the parents to come pick him up. 
Then, a message buzzed on her phone, “Please, you have to believe me, I didn’t do it, please believe me!”
Confused, she looked at the screen for quite a while before a single word came to her mind. Prank.
But if this was real, then…
“I believe you! Thanks for returning my phone and not stealing it!” she texted back.
She was in the shower when the phone buzzed again. Annoyed, she quickly finished her shower, got into her pajamas, and checked her phone. 
“You don’t believe me. Please, I didn’t do it! If you don’t believe me I die!”
She decided to block the number and just go to sleep. 
As soon as she turned off the light, her phone buzzed again. “You didn’t believe me, so I died. Give me my life back.” 
Well, blocking wasn’t going to work.
She shut down her phone, and went to sleep.
In her dreams, she dreamt that she had woken up the next day and taken her phone to the electronics repair store. The repairman had told her that it was just a virus and that her phone was back in working order. 
As he handed her the phone, she looked down at his hand and realized that he had no skin or muscle, just bone. She looked back up, and discovered that he was grinning eerily at her, and had a fine red string coming from his mouth.
That wasn’t a red string, was it…
She woke up gasping.
Her phone buzzed. 
No! This wasn’t possible! She had shut her phone off right before she went to sleep!
She looked at her texts again.
“YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE ME YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE ME YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE ME DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID YOU BASTARD YOU KILLED ME YOU KILLED ME GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK GIVE ME MY LIFE…”
She decided to call the number that was texting her. 
After a while, someone picked up. She held her breath.
Then, a woman’s voice, gentle and comforting, washed through the room.
“I’m sorry, the number you have called is currently not in service. Please check the number that you dialed and try again!”
She suddenly realized that this was more than just a virus.
Then suddenly, her phone went dark.
Silence. Like an all-controlling beast, trying to smother her.
She wrapped herself tight inside her covers.
All her electronic devices turned on by themselves, as if anticipating what was coming.
Then, her phone unlocked and showed crazily rolling text, all saying
“YOU KILLED ME YOU KILLED ME I HATE YOU I HATE YOU GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK”
Her other devices followed suit.
The next morning, she was found dead in her room, kneeling at the edge of the bed, clutching her head, with her bloodshot eyes looking as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. 
The two officers at the scene were discussing how she could’ve died.
“So how did she die?”
“She was apparently scared to death, with severe damage to her internal organs. Whatever she saw must’ve been pretty scary for her to die like that.”
“Hm. That’s interesting. Wonder what she saw?”
“Yeah, though we found one thing suspicious.”
“What was it?”
“Her phone.”
“What about it?”
“It was missing the SIM card, and we looked all over for it. Nothing.”
“Strange.”
“Only, there’s one thing really suspicious about it.”
“What?”
“There was a drop of blood in the space where the SIM card should’ve been, and it’s not the victim’s. We don’t know whose it is. The forensics said it had dried there for a week already!”
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