My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me Novels & Stories

Not even a thumbs-up to let me know she was breathing. I pulled my phone out while I walked toward the bus stop. Screen lit up my face. Same messages staring back at me. Me: Hey ghost girl, you alive? Me: Kira? You okay? Me: Seriously. I’m starting to worry. Nothing. Read receipts off since forever. She hated them. Said they made her feel watched. I shoved the phone back in my jeans. Maybe she lost it. Maybe the battery died. Maybe she finally got tired of my dumb jokes and decided ghosting was easier than telling me to shut up.

"The number you have dialed is not available. Please try again later." I immediately called again. The same result. A third time. A fourth time. A fifth time. Nothing changed. I opened our chat. The last message was still there. Sent hours ago. Where are you? A bright red exclamation mark appeared beside it. Message failed to send. I stared at the screen. Then, as if refusing to accept reality, I tried to add her again. The system displayed a cold notification. This user cannot be found. She had deleted me. She had cut off the final connection between us.

“He messaged again.” Mia froze. “Didn’t you shut that down already?” “I did.” “And?” “He just... keeps messaging.” Mia leaned in, lowering her voice. “Is he saying anything shady?” “No. That’s the worst part. It’s all dumb stuff. Like gym class memories. Or asking if I still eat those sour gummy worms from the vending machine.” “Oh no,” Mia said. “That’s emotional cheating 101.” “I don’t get it. He has a girlfriend.”

Still Nothing. By midnight I had sent more than twenty messages. Still nothing. The next morning, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. My stomach plummeted when Marian’s name flashed across the screen. I opened the text. Two days. That’s all you’re getting. Choose your money or your little girlfriend. Tick-tock. A photo followed: Fiona walking out of campus, she seemed completely unaware. The timestamp was recent. Ice flooded my veins. I called Mason before I’d even finished reading.

We are closer like sisters but she always calls me mam though I talked to her many times about it but she prefers to call me that. We got to the mansion and walked straight to my room to shower, I came out of the bathroom and noticed my phone was blinking, a message came in, I picked up my phone and again it was a secret number, This will be the third time a secret number has sent me a message, could it be one of my fans, I opened the message "You're mine alone always remember that"

Until her phone buzzed. She reached for it absentmindedly, expecting a group chat update from her classmates. But the number was unknown. The message read: *"Tell Carl to check his father’s grave. You think this is over? It’s never over. - M"* Emmy froze. Carl looked down at her. “What is it?” She handed him the phone. His face paled. “Could this be Melissa?” she whispered. “She’s dead… right?” Carl stood up slowly, staring at the screen. “That’s what we thought.”

Then I tapped the send button. “Yo, calm down, Miss Famous.” I could feel his sarcasm even if he isn't in front of me personally. Another message from him popped. “I got your deets from one of your friends. I think it was Ruby. You should be glad, because a lot of people are dying to recieve even a single like from me, but I messaged you first.” I rolled my eyes and quickly typed my reply. “Glad? Only your mom would be glad.”

You don't have to be reassigned. Seriously. I'm sorry. I just like sex, that's all. I didn't realize it was that big of a deal. Don't be an asshole, Santos. We can still work together. I promise it won't happen again. Does your girlfriend always drag you around by your balls like this? You know what? Fuck you, dude. Don't ever contact me again. "Wow." I read over them a second time. Five messages in thirty minutes from her. Not one response from him. "She's a bit cuckoo isn't she?"

The text message stayed on my mind the whole two weeks I was healing. You should have died last night. I read it so many times the words started to blur. It was just a phone with a message from a number that didn’t exist when I tried to call it back. Who could be that person? ***

The lady also adjusted herself and said, “No refunds.” For someone who didn’t know that the whole thing was already paid for, I simply nodded and walked to the mini bar in the room to grab a drink. I took out my phone to text my mom but changed my mind and started going through my I*******m. My girlfriend’s message popped up and I immediately rushed to know what she had dropped. It was a view-once video with a ‘watch when alone’ description. I smiled to myself, already knowing what the message meant, and dropped a heart emoji for her.