My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me On Facebook Novels & Stories

This couldn’t be real, I can’t lose Liam too. With my fingers shaking, I tried looking through our old message thread. Most of it was routine, check-ins, coded words, and unreplied messages from me. But buried at the very top, dated only thirty minutes ago, was one unread message. “Goodbye, Val.” Two plain words. No explanation. No follow-up. Just that. I blinked at the screen, waiting for it to update again, as if he would magically follow up with a, “Just kidding. Talk soon.” Or, “Had to wipe the line. I’ll find you.”. Anything, even jargon of numbers that mean nothing. I didn’t care what it was, I just needed to know if my only real friend was still there. But no…

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? ***

Mason The days went by in a flash. I can't believe it's the day I've been dreading already. I am seated on the edge of a bed, tapping my foot on the floor. I deleted the message I had just typed. Biting down on my lower lip, I began to type again. “Hey! Are you fine?” I deleted it again. I have sent that over 6 times and have gotten no reply from her. “Will you be here today? I miss you.” I deleted it again. It sounded too desperate.

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.

Ok, I wasn’t this careless on a normal day. I switched on my phone, and saw numerous messages from the school group chat. Wait, it was 5000 messages. What the hell? Was there an uproar or something? It was not like the group to be so active. Out of curiosity, I clicked on it, and I kept seeing RIP. Who died?

That much was evident. Ruby. I am immediately thinking of her again. I wonder how Ruby is? I miss her. Is that bad? We can't be together, I know that, but we were friends before all this drama. Could we ever just be friends again? I take my phone from my pocket, and glance down at it, contemplating texting her. Who knows if it is a good idea or not. I glance down at our previous messages and see the joking and fun vibe to them and realise how much I miss that between us. Fuck it, I am messaging her. --------------------------

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.

If I hung up and tried to call again, the ringtone would give us away. Texting would be too slow. So, I could only try texting myself and Sam from three years ago. I could urge us to rush home and save Aurora. In the heavy silence, all I could hear was the sound of Aurora and I breathing in sync. A minute passed, then another, before I received a notification. I actually got a reply! However, it was the same text I had sent out earlier. Then, three WhatsApp messages from my husband arrived one after the other. [Aurora’s been dead for three years!

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 went through the message, not looking for what I expected to find, but looking for something rather different. The last message was from the evening of the fourth of September. She had been dead — supposedly dead. I remember I clearly read those words after I looked at her old messages. “I miss you.”, "Can you please come home tonight?" I really have no idea if I messed up or I did right. I closed the messages cause the more I read, the more Itriedy to read her actions. ************ I needed to get through the financial files. Of which I did cause they were more useful.