Novel & Cerita My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me

She nods, “For now. But you can message me on this number whenever you want and I’ll get back to you when I can. I love you guys. Thank you for still being there for me, even if it is over a phone for now.” She waves at the screen and they wave back, but her aunt picks up the phone again.

Amelia's POV It was really fun playing with Elena's feelings for a little time. I was just smiling as I stared at her messages and watched her calls come in. It's been a few days since Marrock last visited or called to check up on me. I wish I could step out of this forest. I need to reach him and enquire what's wrong. I walked into my room to pick up my phone when something caught my attention. I opened my phone and saw Elena's timeline with the caption, "She's dead." I messaged her privately inquiring who is dead, and she said the lady I sent her address earlier is dead, which is supposed to be me.

I tell Doom. He pauses mid-face-cleaning and gives me the classic I’m-a-cat-and-not-even-I-believe-you’re-shit look. “I hope he gets blinded by pictures of Chloe’s hanging tits,” I add, trying harder. Doom is still not buying it. Then I see it. The last message. D Stalker: Merry Christmas, my love 💗 Soon we’ll be together forever. I drop the phone onto the bed with a soft groan. Will this guy ever stop? I don’t have the energy left to deal with him. Not even a molecule.

Hide. A call was probably forbidden. He hadn’t said anything about texting, though. Still, I glanced toward the door, almost expecting to see his silhouette there again. But it was sealed. Shut tight. Locked it a minute ago. I lowered myself onto the floor, knees tucked to my chest, then pulled out my phone. Sadie's chat history was on top, the most recent one. Sadie’s chats were the response of my ‘Still alive. Don’t come. Will explain later.’ message from late this morning.

His heart rate was climbing panic but the sound of the television stiffened him back to reality. There was light. His phone was charging. 32%. He powered it on, swiftly opening F******k Messenger. He has been off for hours; surely babe must have dropped hundreds of worried text messages, probably attaching angry emojis to hide her panic as usual. The excitement of watching her messages pop up never got old. The messenger opened and... Strange. He clicked her chat head. But the last text there was his, and it has not been delivered. This has never happened before. Maybe it was the network over there, he thought. However, the network has never been shocked.

Chuckled. “Good one,” he said. “Camilla Easton’s been dead for over a year. Try harder next time.” “No! No, I’m not dead, listen to me! My sister, Julia is trying to kill me again! Please—” Click. The line went dead. “NO!” I screamed at the sky, at the useless phone in my hand. I hit redial. Again. Again. Straight to voicemail. The whine of the engine roared behind me.

' 'Really, I have a younger sister. 'I want to be friends with you, not anything more than that I swear.' 'Please don't think I'm weird.' That last message, particularly, spread a smile across her face. She read the rest of the messages. 'Are you asleep already?' 'Or am I on your black list?' 'Goodnight, Gray. I'll just assume you're asleep already.' Scrolling to the end of her messages, Gray wrote a reply. 'My phone died. Don't worry, I already figured you sent the message to me by mistake.'

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so

The screen was flooded with notifications. Missed calls. Texts. Social media alerts. What the hell was going on? I sat up, rubbing my eyes before clicking on the first message, my mind still foggy and disoriented. There were messages from my friends that I didn't even remember still existed in this present life since I cut off most of them in my past life after some events. ‘Rachel: Aurora!!! Who is that HOT guy you were with last night?’ I frowned, blinking at the words. The next message was from Jenna.

I walked towards his and grabbed his phone from his pocket. Random Numbers sent him messages. Another one clicked and I entered it. It popped up password and I placed the thumb of his corpse on it. The person sent him pictures of girls having a orgy party. "Can I get them to do this?" Another message popped up. I wanted to ignore it but I couldn't help but reply. "He can't. He is dead," I sent a picture of his corpse and sent it to him. "You might be next ;)," I replied him and he immediately went offline.