"The Text Message"A Story by Cody Williams A mysterious Text Message was sent to a young teenage girl...but why does it read RESTRICTED NUMBER? “The Text Message” By Cody Williams Natalie stepped out of the shower and put on the dark gray robe. She walked out of the bathroom and into her bed room and pulled the sheets on the bed down to the foot of it. Natalie was sixteen years old. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. She was tall and skinny. She was home alone for the weekend. Her parents went on a cruse to celebrate their tenth year anniversary and her younger brother, Todd, was on a camping trip with a friend. She loved the idea of being home alone. It was kind of exciting and liberating for her. This was the first time she would have to take care of herself for more than a day. She grabbed her cell phone and plugged it into the wall to charge. She got into the bed and pulled up the blankets to cover her shoulder. She reached up and turned off the light on her nightstand and lay back down. She began to drift off to sleep, and then she could hear her phone vibrate on the night stand. She sat up in the bed and turned on the lamp. She looked over at her digital alarm clock. It read ’12:38’ “Who could be texting me at this time of the night” She asked herself picking up her purple cell phone looking at the screen. The screen read ‘RESTRICTED NUMBER.’ Curiously she clicked on the touch screen phone and read the text message. “I can see you from outside your window” The text message read. Her heart began to beat fast. She ran her hands through her hair and got up from the bed. It really bothered her that she couldn’t recognize the number. She shrugged her shoulders and got back into bed. “It must be a wrong number.” She thought to her self dismissing any feeling of fear. She was sure that it was just a wrong number. She plugged the phone back up and placed in on the nightstand. She turned off the lamp and lay back down in bed. She heard the phone vibrate again. She turned the lamp back on and picked the phone back up. Once again it read ‘RESTRICTED NUMBER.’ Her hands began to sweat and tremble with fear. “Don’t go back to bed! Come out and play with me!” The text read. She stood up from the bed again dropping the phone on the bed and backing up against the wall. She began to see the bushes move from outside the window on the other side of the room. She quickly walked over to the window and looked outside. As far as she could tell nobody was there. The phone began to vibrate again. She slowly backed up to the bed again and grabbed the cell phone. Once again it was the restricted number. “I saw you looking for me. You couldn’t see me could you? But believe me, I am STILL out here!” The text message read. She began to jolt with terror. Feeling terrified she used “teenager logic” and against her better judgment decided to text the annyomonous person back. “Who is this!!!???” She said also texting it back. She waited for a moment silently for a moment. The phone began to vibrate again. She nervously ran her finger across the screen to unlock it. She clicked on the messages icon on the main screen as beads of sweat began to run down her face. She clicked on the icon that read RESTRICTED NUMBER and opened it. “Your worst nightmare!” The text message read. She began to feel sick at the bottom of her stomach. She pressed the REPLY button and began to type. “Where are you?” the text read. She pressed the SEND button as her heart began to beat so fast she thought it would explode. The phone began to vibrate again and she unlocked the screen again and read the text message. “Outside.” It read. She began typing again. “Outside where?” She texted. “Outside the window in the living room.” The man replied. She placed the cell phone in the left pocket of her pink pajama bottoms and walked out of her bedroom. She slowly walked down the long dark hallway and down the steps into the living room. She walked over the window and pulled the shades aside. She looked outside for a moment. She didn’t see anything. She walked over to the front door and slipped on her flip flops and opened the door. She reached over and turned on the black light switch turning on the front porch light. She walked over the windows out side of the house. Her heart began to beat faster as she began to reach for the shrub in front of her. She began to feel around in the shrub looking for any sign of the person that could have been texting her. Her phone began vibrating once more. She took it out of her pocket and unlocked the screen. She read the text message. “Nice try Natalie! But I’m not outside anymore!” The text message read. She shoved the phone into her pocket and ran to the front porch and into the house. She slowly walked up the stairs to her bedroom and quietly walked in the room. “There is only one way I can find out where he is.” She said to herself while she reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She sent him a text message reading ‘J’ and then waited in silence. She heard three beeps come from under her bed. Her heart began to beat faster and faster. She walked over to the bed and got down on the floor. She slowly lifted up the bed skirts and placed her head on the wooden floor. Much to her surprise there was nobody under the bed. Nothing but a cell phone. She could hear the closet door began to creep open behind her. She heard the footsteps of a man. She could feel his presence behind her. Her heart began to beat faster and faster. “Surprise Natalie.” The man said standing over with a knife in his hand and with a wicked smile on his face.
Copyright 2013 by Cody Williams Courtesy of True Terror Publications a division of TTP Entertainment
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Added on August 13, 2013Last Updated on November 21, 2013 Tags: horror, science fiction, fiction, gothic, literature, short story, mortality, life, death, Cody Williams Author
Cody WilliamsElizabethton, TNAboutI am in my second year at Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee were I major in instrumental music education and minor in English. My passions include playing the trombone/euphonium an.. more..Writing
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