My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me Novels & Stories

He reached for his phone and switched it on, and as soon as his phone came up, tons of messages started popping up - W******p messages. Glancing at the phone, he saw most of the messages were from his girlfriend Ella, about a hundred messages, a bunch of messages from other friends and groups, and a message from his best friend, Noah. He opened up Ella's message first. [ W******p message ] Hello, babe 8:30 pm Missing you like hell 8:30 pm Why ain't you online? 8:31 pm I have called you a thousand times 8:35 pm Wanted to show you my new undies 8:37 pm

If his mom found out, she’d surely force him to see a shrink this time. Bzzz... Bzzz... Someone’s calling. His mom, probably. Mick took his cell out of his pocket. There was a text from his programmer cousin. Then he opened the voicemail that was sent next. “Congratulations. Your girlfriend’s a dead 72-year-old librarian from Dublin. (mocking claps and chuckles in the background) She’s a kickass Grey Hat, man. I gotta meet her.” °

Who are you and what do you know about my late best friend? I sent the message and just immediately, the three typing dots from the other end seemed to pulse with an ominous energy. Then, my phone buzzed again Ghost: Remi died five years ago, am I right? My eyes widened as I read the message, who the fuck is this? A chill crept down my spine as I held up my phone Me: How do you know about this? Who are you? Fucking tell me! I sent the message my heart racing with anticipation. The second ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Then my phone buzzed yet again

- Does he know about this? - We haven't talked about it since we became mates," I said, fidgeting with my fingers. During my lunch break, I check my phone and find several unread messages: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jamy: Hello my angel, good luck for this first day. You finish at what time? I miss you. I love you ❤ -------------------------------------------- Sister: Hi bitch! I hope your going well. I'm bored to death! 😫 -------------------------------------------- Mathis: Hi sweetheart, I wish you

Fumbling with his phone, he scrolled for what felt like an eternity before finding my chat window at the very bottom. The last message was from me a month ago. "Brother, how is your eyes recovering?" He pounded on the screen as if that could release the fear building inside him. [Been playing dead for a month now? My patience has limits! Reply within three seconds!] [Don't think faking your death will work, I'll disown you if you push me!] [Answer me!] But brother, I'm really dead. My brother, however, thought I was provoking him.

But another voice, quieter, colder, whispered in my head: He's not dead. Guys like Damon didn’t just die. They clung to life out of pure spite. I shifted, feeling the weight of my phone pressing against my ribs under the pillow. I pulled it out and stared at the cracked screen. A few notifications blinked, but nothing urgent. Without thinking, I tapped out a message to Cheryl. Me: "Hey. Are you okay? Want to grab lunch?" I hit send and stared at it, feeling like a goddamn idiot. A few minutes passed before her reply came in.

And I had even named it as the ‘Unforgettable message’. A drop of tear falls on my phone, only then do I realize that I’m crying. Why should I be crying? I already now that Jos is no more, and that that this message is a repeat message. Did i think she is alive? That she was sending me a secret message?

Jayden. My heart instantly thundered in my chest, the air whooshing out of my lungs like I’d just run a hundred meters. I took a shaky, long breath, trying to steady myself before pressing the read button. It had been—what?—48 hours since he ghosted me. Was this real? Or some cruel joke my tired mind was playing? Jayden: Are you up? I blinked at the message. Hell yes, I was up. Even if I were dead, I’d be up for this. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed back:

The second one I opened was the messenger, and there was still not much chats, he was just a boy, and his mate was osipital, there was a woman but the elderly and the others I named the reunion lately. Maybe he already deleted the messages, Remon was a clean work, because the man would not be late, and even if they were caught they would be denied and still. I hissed and put down his phone, but I remembered the archives and spam messages. When I opened it, there were women, the face of a beautiful woman, she only saw the messages, no reply. There are latest messages, saying that he is such a stuck and they are straight to the point, inviting Reme.

“I can't explain over text. But I need you to know that I love you. You're my best friend. And I'm so sorry for what's coming.” What's coming? Fear floods through me, cold and sharp. “Maya, you're scaring me. What do you mean what's coming?” No response. The dots don't appear again. I call her immediately. It rings once, then goes straight to voicemail like she's turned off her phone. “No.” I try again. “No, no, no. Maya, pick up. Please.” But she doesn't. The line stays dead. I stare at her messages, trying to decipher the hidden meaning.