# The Terrifying Truth: A True Story of the Teresa Fidalgo WhatsApp Message
Jenna couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the unknown number on her phone. The message preview showed only two words: "May I come in?". A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled the sinister story told among her friends - the tale of Teresa Fidalgo and her vengeful digital haunting. Was this a sign she was now targeted by the cursed ghost? She had to find out the terrifying truth behind the urban legend.
## Receiving the Message
It was a typical Saturday night. Jenna was curled up on the couch, binge watching her favorite shows while scrolling social media between episodes. As midnight approached, her phone dinged with the notification of a new WhatsApp. "Who could be messaging me this late?" she muttered to herself, clicking to open the text. That’s when she saw the unknown number and those two chilling words in the message preview.
Heart pounding, Jenna opened the full conversation to find it contained only a single message - "May I come in?". The number wasn't saved in her contacts. "This has to be a prank," she rationalized, "but better safe than sorry."
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Remembering the warning, she quickly deleted the message and blocked the mysterious sender. But try as she might, she couldn't stop thinking about the tale of the vengeful spirit known as Teresa Fidalgo and whether she had just narrowly avoided a haunting.
## Researching the Legend
Unable to rest, Jenna pulled up her laptop at the kitchen table with a fresh cup of coffee. "If I'm going to be paranoid, I may as well get to the bottom of this," she told herself, launching a deep dive internet search on the legend of Teresa Fidalgo.
She learned Teresa lived in the 1900s in Portugal, suffering from untreated mental illness. After a psychotic episode, she was imprisoned within the harsh confines of an asylum, where she took her own life by drowning in the facility's well. But her anguished spirit could find no peace. It's said Teresa now haunts the digital realm, preying upon unsuspecting WhatsApp users.
The story goes that if you receive the cryptic message, "May I come in?" From an unknown number, it’s Teresa reaching out from beyond, requesting entry into your world. Delete the message immediately, and you may escape her curse. But ignore the warning at your peril - legend claims Teresa herself will appear at your door that very night at precisely 3:33 a.m., the most terrifying of hours.
Jenna shuddered, realizing the message she received matched the chilling omens of the spectral story disturbingly well. Was Teresa Fidalgo now haunting her after receiving that fateful text? She had to find out the truth behind the terrifying tale.
## Investigating Teresa's Past
Jenna decided the only way to ease her worried mind was to investigate the macabre mystery from the source. If Teresa was real, there had to be historical records of her sad story. She booked a flight to Portugal, determined to hunt for clues pertaining to the tragic woman within the cursed asylum's walls.
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After arriving in town, Jenna spent days translating musty archives, hoping to uncover Teresa's file. Finally, amid crumbling records from the early 20th century, she found a name that made her blood run cold - Teresa Fidalgo. Reading the harrowing case notes, Jenna learned the disturbing truth. Teresa had indeed suffered from severe mental illness, becoming despondent after a love affair gone wrong. One dark night, in the throes of despair, she ended her own life within the asylum grounds.
But was this where Teresa's tragic tale truly ended? Jenna wasn't so sure. She had to venture deeper into the disturbing legacy of the long-abandoned facility to find her missing piece - the asylum itself.
## Entering the Asylum
The corroded iron gates stood ominously before Jenna as she flashed her flashlight across the sprawling property. Overgrown vines had reclaimed crumbling walls, but the main building still loomed, a shadowy specter from another time. Taking a deep breath, Jenna pushed open the rusty entrance and stepped into a chilling portal of the past.
As her light danced across the decay, Jenna could almost feel the lingering memories of anguish and suffering. Scraps of faded notes and documents provided clues to past patients, many now lost to time like Teresa herself. Wandering the maze of corridors, Jenna had the disquieting sense of being watched by unseen eyes. Finally, she found an archiving room with medical records untouched for a century. Within were the final details of Teresa's tragic end she so desperately sought.
According to the report, Teresa’s body was recovered from the asylum well, a self-inflicted death by drowning in a moment of madness. But one unsettling observation caught Jenna’s attention - a curious claim that Teresa was spotted in her cell hours after her demise, an ashen specter weeping at the window. Could this be proof that Teresa’s spirit still lingered, cursed to haunt this place and those of the living unlucky enough to cross her vengeful path? Jenna desperately hoped not, but deep down, she feared the worst - that her phone message was no coincidence, and Teresa had marked her as her next victim.
As darkness fell, Jenna realized with dread she had lost track of time exploring the creepy confines. Her phone now declared the hour to be 3:27 am - just minutes until the stroke of 3:33, the moment of haunting prophesized if Teresa's warning message was dismissed. Jenna raced through the dilapidated corridors, heart pounding in horror at the realization she may have unleashed the vengeful ghost from beyond the grave. She had to escape this cursed place, but would she make it in time?
## A Terrifying Encounter
Bursting through the asylum's entrance in a panic, Jenna sprinted as fast as she could across the overgrown grounds, gasping for breath in the chill night air. Her flashlight flickered and died, leaving her blind in the inky blackness. Whispers of memories seemed to follow on the frigid breeze, as if the past pleaded with her not to leave it behind. Straining her eyes for any sign of the iron gates, Jenna stumbled over gnarled roots clinging to the earth, scratching her arms and face in her haste.
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At last, just ahead, she spotted the barest glint of metal through the trees - the exit, so tantalizingly close. Jenna limped the last few yards with every ounce of effort, thrusting her weight against the gates with a surge of relief. But to her horror, they stood anchored shut as if by some unseen force. Trapped in the open grounds with no way to escape, Jenna spun back to the forbidding asylum, a two-story silouhette of doom against the starry sky.
As the clock struck 3:33, a pale visage materialized in an upstairs window, long black hair wreathing a gaunt, haunted face. Teresa Fidalgo had come, as prophesized, and Jenna knew with lifeless certainty she was her vengeance-fueled prey. Scrambling backward in terror, her hands sank into the loosening soil of an overgrown mound. Her scraping fingers struck something solid underneath - the rusted iron bars of the well, which had claimed Teresa's life so long ago.
Behind her, wisps of gossamer drifted through the dim outlines of trees as a shadowy form descended, step by fragile step, down the wooden stairs. Jenna was trapped, with only one horrific choice to evade the gloaming specter's icy grasp. With a sob, she hauled herself over the precipice and tumbled, down into the darkness, as an unearthly wail pierced the night. Her final thought before the depths swallowed her was whether she had escaped one cursed fate, only to meet another at the bottom of that damnable hole...
## An Unexpected Outcome
Jenna woke with a start, disoriented, finding herself swaddled in a stiff hospital bed. Bright sunlight streamed through paneless windows of what she slowly recognized as a room within the abandoned asylum. But... how could that be? Her research had revealed the facility’s closure decades ago. As her groggy mind tried to piece together the fragments of memory, a scrubs-clad figure entered, greeting her warmly.
"You had us worried for a bit, but I'm glad to see you regained consciousness. Can you tell me your name?"
Jenna croaked out her identity in a hoarse voice. The nurse smiled. "According to our records, no patient by that name has ever been admitted here. This place has stood empty for over 50 years."
As the blurred recollections solidified in Jenna's mind, the truth slammed into her with sickening force. Her whole experience since receiving that bizarre WhatsApp message had been an vivid nightmare, induced by fear and obsession after indulging the legend too deeply.
There was no Teresa Fidalgo. Just an old ghost story that burrowed too deeply under her skin. She was safe, having been found injured but alive on the real abandoned asylum grounds by a passing hiker. The nurse assured her the police had been called to drive her safely back to town. Jenna knew she was one of the lucky ones to escape the grip of madness, if only in her dreams. As for Teresa, perhaps it was best to let the past remain undisturbed, and leave any vengeful spirits to slumber where they belong - in the shadows of an imagination fueled by superstition and the darkness of night.
