5 True Phone Call_Text Message Horror Stories

When I was about 10 years old, I was home alone with my little brother, Ethan.

Our parents had gone out for groceries and left me in charge of watching my brother.

They always warned us about strangers, especially when it came to phone calls.

They had instructed us in the past that if we ever didn't know the person calling on the landline number to say that our parents were busy and to never mention that we were home alone.

I remember Ethan was playing with his action figures in the living room while I sat at the kitchen table trying to finish my homework.

That's when the phone rang.

I picked up the phone and answered "Hello," trying to make my voice sound deeper.

There was a brief pause on the other end and then a low voice said, "Is your mom there?" I hesitated remembering our parents' warning.

"Um, no, she's busy right now," I replied.

The voice asked me where my parents were and I quickly made up something about them being at a neighbor's house.

The voice seemed satisfied and hung up.

I shook it off, but a knot of worry formed.

I went back to doing my homework and not long after the phone rang again.

I picked it up with a bit more dread this time hoping that it was somebody that I knew.

It was the same voice again asking where our parents were and when they would be back.

I tried to sound calm and collected as I replied that they were still busy, but I could take a message for them.

The voice on the other end didn't respond and just hung up.

I glanced over at Ethan who was now standing next to me looking confused and scared.

The phone rang again, and this time I didn't think about answering.

Instead, I told Ethan to come upstairs with me and hide just in case since I was really scared now.

We made our way up to my room, shutting the door behind us and hiding in the closet.

I could still hear the phone ringing downstairs.

Time crawled by slowly and a couple more phone calls worth of rings went by, then it was finally quiet.

Just when I thought that I might be overreacting by hiding in the closet, we heard knocking on the front door downstairs.

We listened in silence as we heard the front door, and then after a bit, the back door attempted to be pushed open.

When I was about 10 years old, I was home alone with my little brother, Ethan.

Our parents had gone out for groceries and left me in charge of watching my brother.

They always warned us about strangers, especially when it came to phone calls.

They had instructed us in the past that if we ever didn't know the person calling on the landline number to say that our parents were busy and to never mention that we were home alone.

I remember Ethan was playing with his action figures in the living room while I sat at the kitchen table trying to finish my homework.

That's when the phone rang.

I picked up the phone and answered "Hello," trying to make my voice sound deeper.

There was a brief pause on the other end and then a low voice said, "Is your mom there?" I hesitated remembering our parents' warning.

"Um, no, she's busy right now," I replied.

The voice asked me where my parents were and I quickly made up something about them being at a neighbor's house.

The voice seemed satisfied and hung up.

I shook it off, but a knot of worry formed.

I went back to doing my homework and not long after the phone rang again.

I picked it up with a bit more dread this time hoping that it was somebody that I knew.

It was the same voice again asking where our parents were and when they would be back.

I tried to sound calm and collected as I replied that they were still busy, but I could take a message for them.

The voice on the other end didn't respond and just hung up.

I glanced over at Ethan who was now standing next to me looking confused and scared.

The phone rang again, and this time I didn't think about answering.

Instead, I told Ethan to come upstairs with me and hide just in case since I was really scared now.

We made our way up to my room, shutting the door behind us and hiding in the closet.

I could still hear the phone ringing downstairs.

Time crawled by slowly and a couple more phone calls worth of rings went by, then it was finally quiet.

Just when I thought that I might be overreacting by hiding in the closet, we heard knocking on the front door downstairs.

We listened in silence as we heard the front door, and then after a bit, the back door attempted to be pushed open.