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The Text Message



Estimated reading time — 3 minutes

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.

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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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165 thoughts on “The Text Message”

  1. I don’t get what it’s is to be doing to scare me or just be a story but it didn’t scare me at all. I like where it is really showing what it said.

  2. Was kinda hoping “they” would look up and realise they were gonna crash the car or something and it was their body they were looking at for being on their phone in the first place.

  3. He wasn’t being controlled! He was acting on instict, because he’s gone into his house so many times that it just happends naturally! He doesn’t know he is going to die, and the typo at the end “you just shrug off your denim jacket” means either that he noticises his jacket is denim, or that he just doesn’t give one that he is home and just lazily undresses himself!

  4. little miss black cat

    What the heck is this guy like retarded or something? Here is a word of advice if you have a denim jacket on and you see a bloody denim jacket on a text message chances are it’s YOU!!!!

  5. O-O
    That is really creepy! No, something straight out of a horror movie! But how did he get the images if he hadn’t been killed yet? wait, maybe the murderer already had someone wearing denim torn to shreds, and murders people who wear denim! Blimey, I am NOT wearing denim today!

  6. I read this at 2 am and tried to go to bed afterwords. Literally, right as I closed my eyes my gf texted me and I nearly shat myself 0.0

  7. anyone else think he should have been in a car crash frorm the pictures, and that it made him mangled like the pictures

  8. It was good but if you didnt know half way into it that it was him/her, then you are obviously knew to these stories.

  9. To everyone that’s asking why he went into the house, i think that when he said he couldn’t control himself it was implying that the future is already written so there’s nothing he could do to stop it, and his body was on autopilot so to speak. That’s what i thought when i read it anyway.

  10. As soon as I got the first one and realized it was that gore I would have changed my route straight to the police station!

  11. It would be better if he/she would be texting as she went into the house and find her friend sitting there to wearing a denim jacket and saying somebody texted me saying there’s a meeting here and to wear something cause it’s gonna get cold(somehow she only has a denim jacket and so do u)

    But I loved it! Great plot >~<

  12. I Call Absolute BS. NO, IT IS NOT INSTINCT, YOU JUST WANNA DIE. INSTINCT IS LIKE SOMEONE THROWING A BALL AND YOU CATCHING IT!! Not opening your door to die, Call a friend, Police, Someone or anyone?! Jeez people. BUT WHO WAS DENIM?

  13. Beyond Birthday

    OH…sorry about the first few messages,but the last one I took is much better don’t you think?

  14. This is pretty good. I’ve a lot of times just put my brain on autopilot so I understand why the person went into the house. It’s just something you normally do and the realization comes later when you pay attention to everything else. 4/5 on my scale.

  15. Um… I might be wrong about this, or someone might have mentioned it already, but what I\’m thinking is that \"you\" doesn\’t realize that the pictures are of him or herself. I don\’t usually remember what I\’m wearing unless I\’m looking in a mirror, so the denim jacket being worn might have slipped their mind.
    I don\’t know. It just seems to me like they thought that someone else had been killed in the house, and they went in to go investigate?

  16. Um… I might be wrong about this, or someone might have mentioned it already, but what I’m thinking is that “you” doesn’t realize that the pictures are of him or herself. I don’t usually remember what I’m wearing unless I’m looking in a mirror, so the denim jacket being worn might have slipped their mind.
    I don’t know. It just seems to me like they thought that someone else had been killed in the house, and they went in to go investigate?

  17. Well, in my opinion, the ending should have went like this:

    It’s 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. You open your door and without so much as taking off your shoes, you rush to your living room expecting to find a mangled body. Instead you find your living room exactly as you left it. Puzzled and with your initial panic starting to fade, you take off your denim jacket before looking back to the text. You slowly scroll down the screen and find no name and no phone number to identify who sent the messages. Then suddenly you’re stricken by panic again as you notice a time dated on the message three minutes from now….

  18. It would have been better if the person recieving the messages thought it was them in the pictures and, scared, went back to their friend’s house to find…dun dun duuunnnn! Their dead friend, ends with a soft giggling sound somewhere behind them and the clicking of a closing door…

  19. I would say overall, a little bit above average pasta. It seemed at first like it’d be just another people-getting-randomly-dismembered thing, but the twist ending was nice. However, it quite obviously poses the omnipresent question… WHO WAS PHONE?

  20. People try to ignore the unexplainable, or shove it out of their memory. It’s the victim’s way of trying to keep normalcy.

  21. Good concept

    I don’t like the fact that this pasta implies that I’m too stupid to run away in a situation like this, though-.-

    @comment leaver: Instinct is actually for defense. It should help us AVOID danger. The other thing would be couriosity the natural enemy of instinctXD

  22. Better title: The Text Messages :D

    Nicely written. The ending sentence needs a little fixing/rephrasing to make it more effective. Good concept. A little creepy. I liked it even with its tiny flaws.

  23. Epilouge.

    As you walk into your house you feel the craving for the leftover spaghetti in the fridge as you approach it. You accidentally spill it on yourself as you’re pulling it out. Being the slob you are, you casually toss your denim jacket onto the floor. You look with a terrified face as the jacket looks like the one in the photo. You yell out with an echoing roar “THAT’S SOME CREEPY PASTA!”

    …I’m going to be shunned now for making that joke, aren’t I?

  24. Pretty creepy. The typo at the end wasn’t that distracting, even though a lot of people pointed it out.

  25. HOLY SON OF A JESUS!
    This is.. Oohh.. I hate the inevitability of it all. You know it’s been set in stone, you can’t go back on fate.

    If you were to stay at your friend’s house… Who knows what might’ve happened? Something worse than the fate you’ve been shown, I’m sure.

  26. I love this one. Though I would’ve called the police to accompany me into the house. Haha. It weird, I predicted what was going to happen at the very first text message she got. I never knew I was that good at predicting. xD Maybe I just have a horrid, twisted mind. D;

  27. Maybe the dead body parts in the picture wasnt him? Maybe he panicked when he found someone in his house and killed him and arranged the whole scene just like in the photo an- hey candlejack what are you doing here I didnt sa

  28. You're all literally retarded.

    Obviously you wouldn’t go in the house, except “You can’t stop yourself now, your body’s just doing as it normally would”

    It’s right there in the last paragraph. Pretty clearly stated, too.

  29. @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

  30. @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.

  31. 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.

  32. 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

  33. sNaZzY cHeDdAfAcE

    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.
    x
    x
    x

  34. Kira "Jesus" Yamato

    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.

  35. 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

  36. 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-

  37. 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.

  38. 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.

  39. 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.

  40. 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.

  41. 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.

  42. 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.

  43. 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.

  44. “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.

  45. 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.

  46. shortys roc my sox

    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

  47. 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.

  48. 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.

  49. 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…=\

    1. I thought the end made sense. In the photo, he’s wearing a denim jacket, so he takes off his jacket and hopefully changes his future.

      1. Wow! Some back of my mind tells me I already knew that the first, second, third and forth time I listened to it on YouTube, but thanks for reminding me! I love how “The Flea” did it like that. If you are wearing a denim jacket in the picture, try taking it off, so it happens to someone else with an article of clothing that’s denim or a crappy couch! :D

  50. 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?

  51. 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.

  52. Could have ended with your distraction by the messages resulting in a fatal car crash, the police finding the final image on your phone.

  53. 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.

  54. 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.

  55. 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?

        1. Not to piss anyone off, but many people just don’t know how to react when they are faced with a fear they can comprehend completely.

          Heck, if you think about it… ever noticed how in most horror movies that there is at least 1 person who dies because they go back to where the problems were?

          Humans are predictable, our curiosity gets the best of us… sometimes to the point that we ignore our common sense and well… we die.

          -8/10 overall

      1. or if you actually read, it says he can’t control himself. just going through his normal routine while at the same time knowing that he is about to die but can’t stop moving.

        1. youwannaknowmyname

          yes but umm he could purposly drop his keys or somat so he does not go inside

    1. Calcium-structural-reinforcement-of-soft-bits-came-out-of-hiding-somewhere

      AND THEN A (decode username, capitalize then copy/paste here)!!!

      – 9/10 from me. Good story, but as a lot of commenters pointed out, the end kinda killed the buzz for me. Took it in an unforseen direction mind you, because I did think someone else was going to be dead on his couch… but the twist it took kinda let it down.

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