I have a plethora of opinions on the subject it describes. On the one hand, it’s definitely creepy to be in a situation where you’re in the middle of something bloodily occult, and your best friend isn’t believing you because ha-ha, it’s a joke. On the other hand: can’t you just text, I don’t know, 9-11 or something? They’ll come even if they think it’s a joke, because they have to arrest you anyway at that point.
And, on the gripping hand: who, exactly, would pay for a continuing story made up of texts? Because that’s always going to be the prize that the eyeballs are going to be focused on, here. The height of literary success and majesty is getting paid to write. It’s not the floor of success, mind you; getting paid is the roof. Still… if people give you money, you unquestionably win.