My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me On Facebook Novels & Stories

The top one had been sent eighteen minutes ago. ~ ‘Wish I could kiss your collarbone again. You smelled like rose, cara.’ She hummed. And then: ‘You killed me, cara, and I don’t even want to come back to life. When can you come see me again? And about what we DISCUSSED.’ Her throat tightened. She wasn’t even sure why. She suddenly jerked up, “Shit. What am I doing?” Reading someone else's messages. Her eyes snapped down to the contact name at the bottom of the screen before the screen cover, then the contact again.

I sighed and was about to stand up when I accidentally touched his phone lying beside me, causing the screen to light up. I stayed seated and casually picked up his phone, hoping I might find something about Adam. The phone had a pattern lock, but knowing him well, I guessed the possible pattern—letter Z. On my first try, I unlocked it. I opened his messenger and checked his group chat with his friends, but I noticed the latest messages were from three days ago. [THE UNTOUCHABLES] Adam: “I’m dead.” David: “Ow. Condolence, dude.”

he murmured, ticking boxes. But my mind kept drifting. Every time my phone buzzed in my pocket, my pulse jumped-half expecting him. N. Since the last message, the mysterious number had been silent. At first, I thought it was some kind of sick joke. I had dismissed it, turned my focus back to business, but the words kept echoing in my head like a whisper I couldn’t shut off. I had been told my mother was dead, didn’t really remember my memories with her but why all of a sudden I am getting messages thst suggests otherwise.

“I don’t give my number out too often, but you could add me on F******k.” She beamed. “Okay!” She pulled out her phone, and I searched for my profile. I didn’t even have the app downloaded to my phone, so it wasn’t likely I’d ever check and see her messages to me. Sean could play the middleman between us. I doubted I’d see much more of her after the wedding. There was no point in establishing a solid line of communication. She flipped through my profile photos. “I bet you get unsolicited messages from girls all the time with pics like these.”

Then, I took my phone to call her, only to realize that I didn’t have her number. Two years into our marriage, Anya had always been the one who made the phone call. And I disdained to save her number. Now, four years had passed, and her number had already been wiped from the phone records. ‘It seemed like I can only contact her through F******k Messenger.’ Even though we had been divorced for four years, I hadn’t deleted her from Messenger. Sometimes, when a message came, I would hope it was from Anya. However, she never texted me, not even at once.

I just sat down on bed and place my head on the back of bed. Suddenly, I got another message "HAPPY NOW. I THINK IT'S ENOUGH FOR TODAY. BE READY FOR MORE SURPRISES" . I was shocked who can send me this. I haven't talked with college fellows since a long time and my friends won't dare to do this. Moreover no one knows about My ex girlfriend here. So who is doing all this. By summarizing all my thoughts i just called at that number but no one was picking it up.

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.

- 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

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.

Way cute that if it was back in my days, she'd be a perfect candidate. I hated my thoughts, I haven't talked to my girlfriend for almost three days and already I'm thinking like a player.. "You good?" Susan asked taking me away from my thoughts and I nodded, "yea... I just need to send Maud a message...." She shrugged and sipped on her tea. I went to my bag and took out my phone. I had three missed calls and two messages. I automatically smiled knowing that Kat at least has to be on one of those, I mean it couldn't be one person.