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Creepy! Man’s deceased girlfriend sends him Facebook messages from beyond the grave.


I know that people – myself included – are addicted to social media sites like Facebook, but this takes the obsession to a whole other level. Are you so obsessed that you’d log-in from beyond the grave? All I know is… this story is insanely creepy. Welcome to the world of Pulse!

Two days ago a man made a post on REDDIT claiming that some very strange things were happening to him. Here’s his first post:

“Tonight’s kind of a catalyst for this post. I just received another message, and it’s worse than any of the others. My girlfriend died on the 7th of August, 2012. She was involved in a three car collision driving home from work when someone ran a red light. She passed away within minutes on the scene. We had been dating for five years at that point. She wasn’t big on the idea of marriage (it felt archaic, she said, gave her a weird vibe), but if she had been, I would have married her within three months of our relationship. She was vibrant; the kind of girl that would choose dare every time. She was happiest when camping, but a total technophile too. She always smelled like cinnamon.

That being said, she wasn’t perfect. She always said something along the lines of, “If I kark it first, don’t just say good things about me. I’ve never liked that. If you don’t pay me out, you’re doing me a disservice. I’ve got so many flaws, and that’s just part of me.” So, this is for Em: the music she said she liked and the music she actually liked were very different. Her idea of affection was a side-hug. She had really long toes, like a chimpanzee. I know that’s tangential, but I don’t feel right discussing her without you having an idea of what she was like. Onto the meat. Em had been dead for approaching thirteen months when she first messaged me.”

At the beginning of the user’s mourning cycle, he left her Facebook open – a co-ownership with the victim’s mother – as a way for people to vent their sadness at her passing as well as a memorial where he could often look back at pictures and other things they did together. But in September 2013, things started to get creepy. He continues:


“I had received confirmation from Susan that she hadn’t logged in to Em’s Facebook since the week of her death. Em knew a lot of people, so I instantly assumed this was one of her more tech savvy ‘friends’ fucking with me in the worst possible way. I noticed pretty much immediately that whoever was chatting with me was recycling old messages from Em and my shared chat history. The ‘the wheels on the bus’ comment was from when we were discussing songs to play on a road trip that never eventuated. ‘Hello’ happened a million times.

Around February 2014, Emily started tagging herself in my photos. I would get notifications for them, but the tag would generally always be removed by the time I got to it. The first time I actually caught one, it felt like someone had punched me in the gut. ‘She’ would tag herself in spaces where it was plausible for her to be, or where she would usually hang out. I’ve got screenshots of two (from April and June; these are the only ones I’ve caught, so they’re a little out of the timeline I’m trying to write out).

She would tag herself in random photos every couple of weeks…. [At] this point, some of you may be wondering why I didn’t just kill my Facebook profile. I wish I had. I did for a little while. On days when I can’t get out there, though, it’s nice having my friends available to chat. It’s nice visiting Em’s page when the little green circle isn’t next to her name. I was already socially reclusive when Em was alive; her death turned me into something pretty close to a hermit, and Facebook and MMOs were (are) my only real social outlets.”

Poor guy. I can imagine how it must be to lose your girlfriend of five years so suddenly and deal with unfortunately, supposed Facebook bug. However, the story continues to get worse…and creepier. This time in April 2014.

“Before anyone asks, yes, I had changed the password and all security info countless times… [This] seems like word salad. Like all our conversations so far, it’s recycled from previous messages she’s sent. I hadn’t discovered any leads. Facebook had told me the locations her page had been accessed from, but since her death, they’re all places I can account for (my home, my work, her mum’s house, etc). My response here wasn’t bait. ‘yo ask Nathan’ was an in-joke too lame worth explaining, but seeing ‘her’ say it again just absolutely fucking crippled me. My reaction in real life was much less prettier. I’m not expecting my bond back. Her last few messages had started to scare me, but I wouldn’t admit it at this point.

‘FRE EZIN G’ is the first original word she’s (?) made. This has given me nightmares that have only started to kick in recently.”

Now, you need to continue reading his post for yourself. It starts to get terrifying and strange with every update. He posts photos of odd apparitions behind him, screen grabs of conversations with Em, and even photos that she Facebook’ed him of himself on the current day not available on his page or phone. Yeah, it’s crazy. It could be a long, creative ruse, something the original poster created as a game and as a way to entertain people online late at night. However, if it is true, then I’m sleeping with my lights on tonight. One thing is for sure… I certainly have his page favorited so I can keep up with the story as it happens.

Written by Michael Therkelsen

(Senior Editor)