My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me On Facebook Novels & Stories

"Do you still have the picture, can I see it?" "I lost it. And by the time I went to check Faceb*ok again, his account was gone." Yep, Michael deleted his Faceb*ok, tw*tter and only left his Instagr*m. "You said you've seen him many times, why didn't you say hi or something, that might have helped." Her eyes meet mine and she shakes her head. "No," she says with urgency then licks her lips. "I've seen him in my dreams." "What?" I frown in confusion. "What do you mean in your dreams?" I ask, wondering if I heard right.

After all, a dead person can't certainly use their phone. Backing away from the bed, I continued staring at the notification, unsure of what to say or do. I wanted to see the message but I didn't want my hopes that she survived be crushed by some random texter who's probably texting the wrong number. I took long drags of air in a fit to relax my mind, but it was futile. I couldn't stop thinking about her. With a pinch on the bridge of my nose, I tapped on the message notification. My eyes widened as I stared at the message.

To her, I’m like a brother, her partner in crime, her hunting buddy. We call it hunting when we are on the hunt for someone to help with our release. Walking to our living room, I know she isn’t home. No doubt she got lucky. That hurts the more I think about it. I pick my phone up off the coffee table and see she has texted me. I open the message. Rebel: Hey, hope you had a blast. Winking devil, tongue, aubergine and water splash emojis. I had some work to do, catcha later, don’t wait up xx

I furrowed my brow, quickly tapping on my phone to check my last message sent to WhiteRabbit—whose account was now gone, but the messages between us still remained. I had sent my last message to WhiteRabbit exactly two weeks ago.

“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.

He wanted to make her afraid and drive her crazy. Late that night, her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. The notifications kept coming, making it impossible to sleep. She turned on the bedside lamp and, with heavy eyes, picked up her phone. Her department group chat and several journalist groups were exploding with messages. Each one showed ninety-nine plus unread notifications. She opened the thread. Her fingers froze. Jacob was dead.

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.

Shirley messaged me, saying she had not gone through with it and that I should return to handle it myself. "But I can’t anymore." I unblocked Felix from my contacts, thinking selfishly that before I died, I wanted to leave him something to remember me by. But my message wouldn’t go through at all. Forget it. "Goodbye. In this life, we’ll never meet again."

I'll find another way' I made to close our chat window when a new message popped in immediately, 'Wait! Another followed, 'Sofia, is it truly you? I thought you were dead, tell me something to believe it's Soffy' I scoffed and typed out speedily, 'I'm truly dead, I just came back to ask for one request... Delete my browser history. I got some traumatizing porn content'