My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me On Facebook

Okay, so this is a bit weird. My girlfriend, Sarah, passed away a couple of years ago. It was awful, heartbreaking, the kind of pain you wouldn't wish on anyone.

Then, a few months ago, I got a Facebook message. From her.

Wait, What?

Yeah, I know, right? I almost choked on my coffee. My first thought? Hacked account.

My second? Zombie apocalypse. (I watch too many movies.)

But the messages weren't creepy or demanding. They were… mundane. Links to funny cat videos. A reminder about my dentist appointment. Stuff Sarah would actually say.

The Mystery Deepens

At first, I ignored them. Chalked it up to some kind of glitch, or maybe a sick joke. I even reported the account to Facebook.

They said they'd look into it, but the messages kept coming. Things like, "Did you remember to take the chicken out of the freezer?" followed by, "Don't burn it this time!"

Which, honestly, was exactly the kind of thing she'd nag me about. I'm a terrible cook, and she knew it.

Getting Used To The Ghostly Messages

I started responding. Just short replies. "Yeah, thanks," or "Got it." It felt strange, disrespectful even, at first. Like I was trivializing her memory.

But then, I started looking forward to them. They were a tiny window back to a simpler time. A reminder of the small, everyday joys we shared.

It's like Sarah's still looking out for me, even from beyond the grave. Or, you know, from the Facebook servers.

Theories Abound (And They're All Crazy)

My friends have theories. Elaborate, convoluted theories. One thinks it's an AI experiment gone wrong.

Another is convinced Sarah secretly programmed a bot before she died. A posthumous nagging machine, designed to keep me on the straight and narrow.

My favorite? It's actually her, somehow uploaded to the cloud. Living on in the digital ether, sending me cat videos from beyond.

The Comfort of the Ordinary

I don't know what's going on. And honestly, I'm not sure I want to know. Maybe it *is* just a glitch. Maybe it's a well-meaning friend trying to cheer me up (though they have a really weird sense of humor).

Whatever it is, it's… comforting. It's a little piece of Sarah back in my life. A reminder of her love, her humor, her slightly annoying (but always appreciated) attention to detail.

So, I'll keep responding to the messages. I'll keep taking the chicken out of the freezer. And I'll keep smiling, knowing that even in death, Sarah can still find a way to make me laugh. Maybe that is the point of it all.