Novel & Cerita My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me On Facebook

I contemplated deleting the message, but I just read it anyway. 'Hey Jace, could you talk to me please? Who's that girl on your F******k?' I wasn't sure what she was talking about, so I pulled up my F******k profile and was immediately bombarded with notifications from different group chats I'd been added to over the years. I rarely checked my profile or messages, so I never really knew what was going on. What caught my attention was a tagged post I was in, from Lucy.

She says, causing me to shake my head. "I don't have any of his friends contact information. Jack barely even lets me talk to anyone. " I explain, as I no longer can shake the unsettling feeling within my chest. At this point I know something has to be wrong with Jack. Why would my texts turn green? Jack would have to block me for that to happen and why would he do that? Why won't my messages deliver? Where could Jack be? "What if Jack is dead?!" I say fearfully as I look over at Gianna with wide eyes.

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:

My girlfriend needed me to make love to her and I was more than willing to do that. +++ "Dude, you deleted the messages?" Kent whispered, making sure no one could hear us. Haven and Aleecia were across the room, looking for a movie to watch, while smoking a blunt. "What else was I supposed to do?" I asked. "Um, not delete the messages? She's going to find out!" "Yeah, how? How is she going to find out about messages that no longer exist?" "I don't know, but this is gonna backfire man." Kent shook his head. "And stop telling me shit that I can't tell Aleecia! We have enough problems as it is right now."

I was still staring when another image entered. “That’s not Alice.” My face twisted, and I moved the phone closer to my eyes, checking the image again. That was definitely Alice. It’s not like she had a twin… oh wait. I stopped, my thoughts rushing back. I just remembered Alice had a twin. Another message entered. That’s Alicia, and she is with me right now. I scoffed at myself bitterly. What was I expecting? Alice is long dead. I would just be happy to see her if it happens she is alive, but it seems that’s not happening.

Why didn’t you get a few women to have a great time? When I read that, I was moved and found a few red notification dots on the app. I clicked on the app and found a few private messages. [Mister, I’m Lilith Smith. I’ll be glad to get to know you! You were so awesome, especially when you went all in. You were so handsome. You were bold and smart. If it’s okay, you can add me as a friend on Facebook. I admire you very much.] I did not expect that beautiful dealer to text me!

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

I took it and sent Funke a friend request but she was offline. “What am I doing?" I spoke to myself as I came out of the restroom... Later that day. I was with Sandra on my seat conversing when I felt a vibration in my right pocket. I brought my phone and that's when I saw a F******k notification. ** Funke accepted your friend request and 1 new message from Funke**** My face suddenly changed when I read the message.** Hello love. I am back ** it reads with lots of love and heart emojis.

’I swear a see a man, but where did he go? I reached for my mobile phone on top of the center table at the living room. I opened F******k messenger and called my friend Catherine. ‘Catherine, I think I’m seeing ghost inside our the house.’ ‘Hey, it’s 2021 don’t tell me you still believe in ghost?’ ‘But I encountered him twice already.’ ‘Him?’ she said and laughed. ‘See? You need a boyfriend. Even ghost pity you for staying single for so long now.’ ‘Cut it off.’

she said, reaching for it. I turned the screen toward myself. The conversation was still open. It was a text thread with an unsaved number with no photo. The first message I saw was Daniella’s. I heard Marceline is dead. Is it true? Below it was the reply, timestamped only minutes ago.