Creepy Short Stories

||New Message||Part 2||

*Convo*
Him: You know who this is. I'm glad you got rid of him.
Me: Who?
Him: That scumbag you called a boyfriend. Seeing you with him always made me mad.
Me: Listen, you creep! Stop texting me! I don't know who you are or if this is some kind of joke but, stop it!
Him: No! You listen, bitch! You're mine. If I see you with another guy, you'll regret it. BTW do you leave your curtains open at night so I can watch you?
*End of convo*
I was sitting on my bed as I read the text message. Horrified, I immediately turned to look out my window. It was on the ground floor. Anyone standing in the backyard could see straight into my bedroom. I jumped up and pulled the curtains shut. Then, I called my friend Kirsten and told her what had happened. She came right over and convinced me to go to the police.

When we arrived at the police station, the officers were very helpful. I showed them my phone and they managed to track the man's number. They ended up finding a battered old blackberry phone in an abandoned building about 2 blocks from my house. There was gooey stuff all over it, as well as on the floor. The phone was registered to a man who had gone missing a few months before. He had still not been found.

I changed my phone number, and for a month or so, everything was fine.

One night I went to a party at a friend's house. A lot of the guests were playing drinking games and quite a few had either passed out on the couch or were throwing up in the bathroom. At the end of the night, I realized that my purse was missing. I went around the house, searching for it everywhere, but I couldn't find it.

I saw Kirsten coming out of the bathroom and begged her to help me find my purse. We eventually went outside and found my purse lying on the front lawn. All of the contents were scattered around on the grass. We started gathering everything up. Luckily, all of my money and credit card were still there. The only thing that was missing was my lip balm, which I honestly couldn't care less about. I gifted one of the drunk girls had rummaged through my purse trying to borrow some lip balm and had accidentally spilled everything out.
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Sorry for the wrong author's note last chapter. It won't happen again. (Probably...with me, you'll never know.)
Sorry for the short chapter, too. I wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger but if I did, I would have had to type up the rest of the next chapter and it would've been long.
That's all for this author's note. Until next chapter.