You had been messaging her all night, laughing and joking like you always did. But suddenly, the replies stopped. At first, you thought she was just busy, maybe watching a movie or taking a nap. But as the hours passed, a chill crept in. You tried calling, but it went straight to voicemail. You sent another text: "Hey, what's up? You okay?" But there was only silence.

That's when you saw it: the last text she sent... "I see you"

You felt a shiver run down your spine. What did she mean? Was she just joking around? But you knew she wasn't. Something was off.

You tried to shake off the feeling, thinking maybe her phone was just dead or something. But as you lay in bed, staring at your phone, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

And then, you remembered. You had been getting strange messages all week. At first, you thought they were just spam, but now you weren't so sure. "I know your secrets" one of them said. "I'm watching you" said another.

You felt a cold sweat break out on your forehead. You got out of bed, checking all the locks, making sure everything was secure. But you couldn't shake the feeling that you weren't alone.

And then, your phone buzzed. You looked down, and your heart sank.

It was her. The message read: "I'm coming for you"*The Last Text*

You had been messaging her all night, laughing and joking like you always did. But suddenly, the replies stopped. At first, you thought she was just busy, maybe watching a movie or taking a nap. But as the hours passed, a chill crept in. You tried calling, but it went straight to voicemail. You sent another text: "Hey, what's up? You okay?" But there was only silence.

That's when you saw it: the last text she sent... "I see you"

You felt a shiver run down your spine. What did she mean? Was she just joking around? But you knew she wasn't. Something was off.

You tried to shake off the feeling, thinking maybe her phone was just dead or something. But as you lay in bed, staring at your phone, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

And then, you remembered. You had been getting strange messages all week. At first, you thought they were just spam, but now you weren't so sure. "I know your secrets" one of them said. "I'm watching you" said another.

You felt a cold sweat break out on your forehead. You got out of bed, checking all the locks, making sure everything was secure. But you couldn't shake the feeling that you weren't alone.

You decided to check her social media, see if she'd posted anything. But her accounts were gone. Deleted. It was like she'd vanished.

That's when you heard it. A faint whispering in your ear. "I'm coming for you"

You spun around, but there was no one there. The room was empty. But the whispering grew louder. "I'm coming for you... I'm coming for you..."

You backed away, tripping over your own feet. Your phone buzzed again. You looked down, and your heart sank.

It was her. The message read: "I'm outside"

You froze. The whispering stopped. The room was silent. You felt like you were trapped in a nightmare.

You slowly made your way to the window, peeked out the curtains. The street was dark and empty. But then, you saw her. Standing on the sidewalk, staring up at your window.

Her eyes glowed in the dark. Her skin was deathly pale. And her mouth was twisted into a cruel smile.

You tried to scream, but your voice was stuck in your throat. The whispering started again, louder this time. "I'm coming for you... I'm coming for you..."

You stumbled backward, tripping over your own feet. You fell to the ground, your heart racing. The whispering grew louder, more intense.

And then, everything went black.

When you came to, you were lying on the floor, your head pounding. Your phone was still clenched in your hand. You looked at the screen, and your blood ran cold.

The last text she sent... "I see you" had changed. Now it read: "I'm in"

You scrambled to your feet, looking around wildly. Where was she? You saw a shadow move in the corner of your eye. You turned, but it was too late.

She was standing right behind you. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. And then, everything went black again.

When the police found you, your phone was still clenched in your hand. The last text she sent was still on the screen. But the words had changed again: "I'm still watching"

Your phone was the only thing that remained. You were never seen or heard from again.

*The Last Message*

You had been getting strange texts from an unknown number for weeks. At first, you thought it was just a prank, but the messages kept coming. They were creepy, saying things like "I know what you did" and "You're being watched".

You tried to block the number, but the messages kept coming. You changed your phone, but the messages followed. You felt like you were going crazy.

One night, you received a message that made your blood run cold: "I'm coming for you".

You tried to call the police, but they couldn't help. You were on your own.

You barricaded yourself in your room, waiting for the inevitable. The messages kept coming: "I'm outside", "I'm in the house", "I'm in your room".

And then, the messages stopped.

The silence was deafening. You waited, frozen in fear, but nothing happened. You slowly crept out of your room, looking around cautiously.

That's when you saw it: a text on your phone, sent at the exact time the messages stopped.

It was from your own number.

The message read: "I'm already here"

You felt a chill run down your spine. How was this possible? You didn't send that message. Or did you?

You tried to think back, but your memories were hazy. Had you really been sending those messages all along? Were you the one watching yourself?

You shook your head, trying to clear the thoughts. That was impossible. You were just getting stressed out.

But as you looked around the room, you started to notice things. The furniture was slightly out of place. The door was open a crack. You were sure you had closed it.

And then, you saw it: a figure standing in the mirror.

It was you.

You tried to scream, but your voice was stuck in your throat. The figure moved closer, its eyes black as coal.

You stumbled backward, tripping over your own feet. The figure reached out, its hand closing around your wrist.

And then, everything went black.

When the police found your phone, the last message was still on the screen. But it had changed.

It now read: "I've been here all along"

Your body was never found. But some say that on certain nights, when the moon is full, you can still hear the sound of text messages being sent. And if you listen closely, you can hear a voice whispering: "I'm already here"

The messages kept coming, even after you were gone. "I'm watching you", "I'm waiting for you", "I'm you".

And if you ever receive a message from an unknown number, don't bother responding. Just know that it's already too late.no no *The figure out

And in the end, it was not just you who disappeared. It was everyone who had ever received a message. The messages kept coming, a never-ending cycle of terror. And the last message, the one that