She passed away in a car accident three years ago it was the worst, most painful day of my life, especially since she was pregnant with our baby at the time. I really loved her, but it seems like… She was hiding something from me. She was always so vibrant and full of life. I wanted to marry her so badly, but she always said she wasn’t really into marriage. I never would have imagined that I’d be attending her funeral instead of planning a wedding. A year after her funeral, I found myself still messaging her Instagram account as a way to cope with my grief. It was the only thing that made me feel like she was still alive. Sometimes, I’d go to her photos, like and unlike them, and leave messages asking how she was doing in heaven. I knew she would… I knew she would never be able to read them, but it made me feel better. I was the only one with her personal login details, so I was completely confused when I logged in and saw activity from an unknown location.
I immediately contacted her family to ask if any of them had accessed her account… The person would copy my messages and send them right back to me. I asked, “Why are you doing this?” and they simply responded with, “Why are you doing this?”
I started searching for ways to track them. I changed her account password multiple times and added every possible security measure to make sure no one could access it, but… At first, I thought it was just a disgusting prank. I kept wondering who could be so cruel. But then, she started commenting on my photos.
I’d get the notifications, but by the time I checked, the comments would be gone. I stopped being able to sleep—I was too angry, too unsettled. Some of our mutual friends even started noticing… The activity on her account didn’t go unnoticed. Some of our mutual friends started unfollowing me, assuming I was the one behind it. They thought I was losing my mind and using her account myself.
I didn’t know where to turn for help, so I had no choice but to send a message to her account, hoping the hacker would respond. They did—but no matter what I said… The person would copy my messages and send them right back to me. I asked, “Why are you doing this?” and they simply responded with, “Why are you doing this?”
I started searching for ways to track them. I changed her account password multiple times and added every possible security measure to make sure no one could access it, but… Just a week after logging into that account, I received a message that sent chills down my spine.
My Girlfriend Has Been Dead For Three Years, And She Just Messaged Me On Instagram.