But You're Dead Personal Experience by Freada I was creeping on my friends
profile pictures when I got a
message on my Facebook inbox.
It was from a boy named Chris...
"Hi," It read. You’re cute."
"Thanks, who are you?" I replied. "My names Chris, you should
know that, it says it’s from me
huh?" He replied instantly.
"Ya, I mean how did you find
me?" I asked him.
"Just cruising through pages, and found you, I knew I had to
get to know you, and you live in
a town near me."
"Oh okay, friend me?" I told him,
and he did. We started to talk
on chat after that and it continued every day for a
month. I really liked him, he was
cute too. So we decided to meet
up sometime, he picked such a
creepy place but it was worth
meeting him! (He picked the woods, in a location near town.)
The day I was suppose to meet
him I was reading through some
newspapers that my dad had
from a while ago and came
across a title that read "15 year old boy, died from car accident."
Right next to it was a picture of
someone so familiar. I looked
closely... My jaws dropped, and
my heart stopped for a moment.
This can’t be true... That’s, that’s Chris! "Dad... Why
do you have newspapers from a
different town?" I asked.
"It’s just a couple miles away,
and I like reading things that
happen from different towns." No...This can’t be true... I
thought, this Chris died last
year... He can’t be dead... I mean
I’m talking to him on... Wait. I
know. Someone’s on his account
and playing a trick on me! How could they? I quickly jumped on
the computer and went straight
on Facebook.
"Who is this? I know it’s not
Chris... Chris died last year!" I
wrote to him in a chat. "So you found out..." He wrote
back.
"YES! HOW COULD YOU?" I typed.
"How could I not tell you I was
dead..?" He asked.
"NO! HOW COULD YOU PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE ON THEIR ACCOUNT!
AFTER THEY DIED? DO YOU NOT
HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR DEAD
PEOPLE?!?!" I typed in caps, so
angrily!
"I’m not pretending to be me...” He wrote back.
"YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A LIAR!" I was
furious! "
Meet me where we were
supposed to meet... I’ll prove to
you it’s me." He wrote, and he signed off.
I ran out of the house, rushing
on my bike and riding to where
we were supposed to meet while
thinking “I am going to beat the
crap out of whoever’s playing this joke!” Once I got there, the
woods looked darker than usual...
I slowly walked in...
"IM HERE, NOW SHOW YOUR SELF,
"CHRIS". I joked. Less than a blink
of an eye... Chris was standing in front of me... My eyes got so
wide. "How, wha- , no... No I’m
dreaming... I’m I’m... But You’re
Dead..." I whispered.
"I’m a ghost..." Right there I
fainted. When I woke up I found myself in my room with a wet
towel on my fore head.
"She’s up honey!" My mom
squealed. My dad, rushed in with
a cop. I tried to explain
everything that happened and none of them believed me... The
cops even begged me to tell the
truth but that was the truth. I
told them to check Facebook and
they did... There was no Chris...
There were no messages... Nothing. Did Chris’ spirit reach
out to me? I may never know
for sure...
