The Text Message
Driving home from a friends house, you sit at a red light when you hear a familiar tone from your phone, sitting in the passenger seat. A text message. Probably from your friend; you always leave things at their homes. Being a responsible driver, and the light still red, you open the message and wait for a moment for the image to load. Suddenly, a photo pops into view. Red, obscured, strange contrast. And no text accompanying it.
But the light is green, so you close your phone and go back to driving, wondering vaguely what that was, and who would have sent you it. Perhaps someone accidentally took a picture of the inside of their bag or pocket and sent it to you. You’re still caught wondering as you pull up to the next light, also red, and another little tone from your phone. You flip it open, hoping for an apology from a friend, but find yourself waiting as another photo loads on the screen. This one, still mostly red, but textured now with scraps of blue, yet still indiscernible. This time, it takes an impatient honk from behind you before you realize you can pass through the light and be on your way home. Closing the phone, and continue on your way.
You sit uncomfortable now as the tone rings again, at yet another stop signal. You pause, hesitate, and then open the phone. The picture now is suddenly much more clear. That scrap of blue seems to be the ragged edge of a bit of denim, half blood soaked and laying across a pile of entrails, torn straight through the back of a human torso. You can only see from the bottom of the shoulder blade to the tops of the thighs, but its unmistakably human. Blue-white spinal bone smeared in blood, tubes of intestine trailing out between ragged looking spinal tissue and going out of the frame of the picture. You choke back a throat full of bile and throw the phone back into the passenger seat, happy to be on your way again, and dreading the knowledge that you won’t be able to not look as you hear that tone again.
There is some relief as you realize there are no more stoplights before you reach your home. But as you pull up to that red stop sign, the bottom of your stomach drops out and you feel a cold sweat build on the back of your neck. You have already picked up the phone, even before that tell-tale little tone has told you there is a message. The cell vibrates in your hand as you flip it open, your mind gone on auto-pilot, driving home with your eyes on the screen as the newest photo loads. Intestines piled almost artistically to the side of the body, scalp ripped free and no hair discernable, and that sickening contrast of darkening red on blue. For some reason, you expected that, even as you taste bile on the back of your tongue.
Its not as close or obscured. Flesh torn apart by God knows what means, torn denim, and blood soaked so far into the threadbare fabric of a hand-me-down couch. The one you have in your living room. You pull your car into park, hands shaking as you make your way up to your front door. You can’t stop yourself now, your body’s just doing as it normally would, but your finger frantically scrolls down the screen, finding no name, no phone number, and a time dated on the message three minutes from now.
You put the key in the door as you try shrug off your denim jacket.
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Credited to The Flea!
Posted in Murders & Deaths
September 18th, 2008 at 1:47 pm
Ooooh. Definitely creepy.
September 18th, 2008 at 2:09 pm
Wtf, why would they go inside the house if they saw what’s going to happen to them?
September 18th, 2008 at 2:33 pm
Why the hell would you go into the house?
September 18th, 2008 at 2:47 pm
Fortune cookie says DON’T FUCKING GO IN THE HOUSE YOU DUMB SHIT
September 18th, 2008 at 3:20 pm
It had potential, but the ending just ruined it for me.
September 18th, 2008 at 3:26 pm
That was pretty good, but the typo at the end bothers me. “As you try shrug off your denim jacket.”
September 18th, 2008 at 3:36 pm
Heh, nice. Is it weird that I find this funny?
September 18th, 2008 at 3:37 pm
Yeah wtf is the matter with this bozo? why go into your house knowing your scalp is going to be cut off and intestines piled next to you?
September 18th, 2008 at 3:50 pm
He’s acting on instincit. Would you go into your house? Probably. You wouldn’t be able to think let alone make a wise and rational decision about something so irrational.
Awesome pasta.
September 18th, 2008 at 3:56 pm
I love this one.
Great job, Miss Flea.
“Why would he/she go into the house?” I suppose it’s because curiosity and fear can overrule better judgement and can make some people do really stupid things. Like in horror movies, some idiot just HAS to see what’s making those strange noises in that abandoned warehouse.
I’d say more, but as you can see, I am the princess of lame explanations. I’m sorry .__.
Hopefully, someone will come along with a better one when all of the comments are approved.
September 18th, 2008 at 4:25 pm
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?
September 18th, 2008 at 4:35 pm
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?
September 18th, 2008 at 5:13 pm
i dont have a cell phone :3
September 18th, 2008 at 5:19 pm
Very, very well-written with an interesting story behind it. I just don’t appreciate the ending. :/
September 18th, 2008 at 5:57 pm
THEN WHO WAS TEXT?
September 18th, 2008 at 6:01 pm
Could have ended with your distraction by the messages resulting in a fatal car crash, the police finding the final image on your phone.
September 18th, 2008 at 6:13 pm
r.i.p =[
September 18th, 2008 at 6:14 pm
Ok I’ll take this one-
BUT WHO WAS TEXT?
September 18th, 2008 at 7:52 pm
Why is it called Text Message when there’s no text sent? Shouldn’t it be Picture Message? Anyway, just nitpicking, it was good but the ending seemed like a horrible cliche, probably to the fact that it expected from the beginning.
September 18th, 2008 at 8:21 pm
I think it was good. If I was in that situation, would I go in my house? Maybe. I would probably be in shock, and not thinking straight, so who knows?
September 18th, 2008 at 9:25 pm
he should have just run those redlights.
September 18th, 2008 at 9:52 pm
i totally agree with comment 16
that’s where i thought it was headed actually…it was actually pretty well written [except for a tiny error in the last sentence]
i didn’t like the end too much…there’s a fine line between curiosity and idiocy…=\
September 18th, 2008 at 10:17 pm
PIME TARADOX
September 18th, 2008 at 10:32 pm
I don’t think I would go to my house. I’d throw the jacket out the window and go to a hotel or something. Or just drive all night.
I didn’t like the ending too much, but Flea, you did a good job with the description.
September 18th, 2008 at 11:35 pm
WTF HAX
September 18th, 2008 at 11:38 pm
WTF HAX
September 19th, 2008 at 3:21 am
instinct doesn’t make you enter your home. instinct means you’re not thinking.
you’re a right-handed baseball pitcher, you throw a pitch that gets hit directly to the right of you at maybe 90+ mph, and you try to catch it with your bare hand instead of your gloved hand. you know what i’m saying? THATS instinct.
i don’t know about anybody else, but with the information i’d been receiving from those pics, i would have been thinking.
September 19th, 2008 at 10:05 am
what the crap is up with saying
but who was phone or
but who was text
it really only makes sence to say it on the original who was phone yall don’t need to say it for every thing
September 19th, 2008 at 10:19 am
Gotta say it… THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
September 19th, 2008 at 10:43 am
Wow. Freaky. I love it!
September 19th, 2008 at 1:42 pm
LOL WUT
September 19th, 2008 at 6:30 pm
I agree with Billy Graham, towards the middle I was like “lol gonna crash his car because of inattentiveness”
But no, “you” is a responsible driver.
September 20th, 2008 at 4:05 am
guessing maybe right before you entered someone bashed your head with a pipe and through you inside? Maybe.
September 20th, 2008 at 2:55 pm
Yeah. It would have been better if the photo depicted a car-crash, caused by him driving with the phone.
September 21st, 2008 at 12:10 am
“Yeah. It would have been better if the photo depicted a car-crash, caused by him driving with the phone.”
Indeed it would be much better this way. This message was sponsored by your local DMV and Highway Safety Patrol.
September 21st, 2008 at 12:12 am
It’s at times like this when I’m very happy my mother shut off my texting.
September 22nd, 2008 at 4:13 am
1. Call up an annoying relative, ask them to meet you outside your house.
2. Ask them if they’re cold.
3. Insist on making them wear your jacket.
4. Send them inside, lock the door, listen to your iPod for a while till the screams end.
There, two birds with one stone. And you didn’t even have to buy a hot dog from that creepy guy in the park.
September 22nd, 2008 at 3:50 pm
It would have been a lot better if you kept seeing this image of a bloody mangled corpse on blacktop, and then the last time your phone beeps, you look at it, and as it distracts your eyes from the road, a truck hits you.
September 22nd, 2008 at 3:50 pm
Disregard my last comment, I didn’t read other comments before writing it.
Also cocks.
September 23rd, 2008 at 6:37 pm
@ 37
you made me lol so hard
September 23rd, 2008 at 8:25 pm
WTF, and the idiot still goes inside! I would have been “well, I’m out of here’, Tore off the jacket, and ran like I was on fire.
September 25th, 2008 at 12:31 am
Nice work on this one! Denim jackets are tacky though.
September 25th, 2008 at 4:23 am
Seriously. If you’re just coming back from your friend’s house, TURN BACK AROUND. This person deserves to be horribly murdered for being a dumbass.
Also, lolz @Fund. Agreed.
October 2nd, 2008 at 7:11 pm
thank the fucking lord that i don’t have picture messaging.
October 6th, 2008 at 12:54 pm
Personally, I probably would have found a cop, told him about the messages, and have then escort me to my house. That way whatever attacks me gets its ass shot, tasered, peppersprayed, etc.
October 6th, 2008 at 2:48 pm
I did what I did because I love the horror where you feel helpless and everything is unfair. Where horrific things happen to ordinary people who don’t deserve them. The feeling of losing control of your own body, even though you know it will only end in pain and suffering. Basically, I like creepypasta where people get what they don’t deserve. That makes it worse.
October 6th, 2008 at 6:17 pm
Is it odd that my first urge is to text this to a friend who I know drives and texts frequently, in the hopes of catching him off guard? XD If it weren’t so damned long I might try but…ah well.
October 11th, 2008 at 4:42 am
I would’ve been all like “fuck destiny” and took off my jacket before going in.
October 11th, 2008 at 3:19 pm
I liked it.
I was just expecting the person to crash because he wasn’t paying attention.
And then it was like “as you try shrug off your denim jacket ”
-cue dramatic music-
October 13th, 2008 at 3:55 pm
Omgsh!! That is one of the best i’ve read. I love it! You Should like make a really long book bout it.. lol jk dont ever do that.. But it was great!!! XD
October 13th, 2008 at 3:57 pm
omg 37 comment is so funny!
October 13th, 2008 at 5:24 pm
WHO WAS PHONE?
October 13th, 2008 at 5:43 pm
Who wears denim jackets?
October 19th, 2008 at 5:13 pm
@ 53 LOL
October 24th, 2008 at 2:45 pm
Thank god my phone can’t get picture messages. Goddamn sprint :(.
November 7th, 2008 at 1:31 pm
God damn it
my phone is vibrating!!
sum1 quick! get me a dustbin!
November 7th, 2008 at 3:54 pm
This can’t happen to me, for the following reasons.
First; I have a blackberry and not a flip phone.
Second: I don’t wear a denim jacket.
And third: I have a custom made eight-shot revolver, which is always loaded with the following; two incindery rounds, two armor-peircing rounds, two silver bullets, two full-metal jackets.
In short, anything that even tries to attack me is royally screwed.
November 7th, 2008 at 9:18 pm
*Looks at Kean Jacket in closet*
FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
November 8th, 2008 at 2:56 pm
hi-
hey does any1 no if there r eva new creepypastas put on this website? im fairly new and i dnt no much about it. my friend told me 2 check it out and it’s really cool, but i’ve read loads of these now and im just waondring if any new ones get put up and if so how often?????
thnx if u answer, it would really b helping me out
ps.) luv this pasta, a bit weird tho, y wud u go in the house??? but weird….. yer.
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November 8th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
Hi there, i just sent you a couple of mssages asking you were you want me to put this picture of you at the house halloween party that you had at this house. I thort about putting it in the lounge but I thort the fake intestines may put people off.
please repli or when you cum home teel me were to put the photo.
thankyou,
your cleaner wendelene
November 8th, 2008 at 8:46 pm
Could have been Candlejack, don’t you think? I mean, text messages aren’t really his style but he coul
November 8th, 2008 at 8:47 pm
@58
*wonders what a Kean Jacket is*
FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
November 11th, 2008 at 3:39 pm
fufufufufuuu
November 12th, 2008 at 4:05 am
I would never wear a gaudy denim jacket
November 14th, 2008 at 12:56 am
it would be a better ending, if he recognized the person in the picture to be his family member
and he murdered them in the end…
November 16th, 2008 at 1:12 am
Different ending yo!
There is some relief as you realize there are no more stoplights before you reach your home. But suddenly you see the stop sign right before your house. In your panic, you gun it, hoping and even audibly pleading that there will be no message. As you pass through the intersection you hear the tearing of metal.
You wake up days later in the hospital. You expectantly look around for your girlfriend. Wouldn’t she be here beside you? A policeman informs you that you were in an accident with another car. You’ll be fine, but the other driver… He stops. The policeman looks away when he tells you that the other driver died. Someone you knew. “Your girlfriend. She was thrown from the vehicle. Died instantly. She wasn’t buckled up.” The policeman gingerly shows you a picture taken at the crimescene. You can’t help but focus on her denim jacket.
November 16th, 2008 at 1:18 am
@57 Hey Kira “Jesus” Yamato, aren’t A.P. rounds and full metal jackets basically the same thing? I think you meant depleted uranium. Maybe SABOT rounds? And why an eight round revolver? Why not seven? Luckier number. Silver is so expensive too. Make sure it was the silver from an ancient Roman cross though.
Hollow points for me all the way, baby! brb firing range.
November 17th, 2008 at 1:58 pm
@67 some people forget guns need to reload… better yet… samuray sword… acid edge with blessed silver used for inscribing pargons of light on the edge… it’s really good for zombie hunting XD getting the blood out is n other story do….
nice pasta really enjoy it thxs
November 19th, 2008 at 8:24 pm
@66
gtfo