I Went to My Boyfriend's Funeral. Then He Texted Me.

His funeral. His account. Two warnings—and no proof it’s really him.

By jay

You came to say goodbye. Then his name lit up your phone. Naomi Carter has spent two years loving Malik Hayes. Now she is standing inside a church at his funeral, surrounded by mourners, flowers and a coffin she believes holds the man she lost. Then a message arrives from Malik’s account: “Baby, don’t look inside the coffin.” Before you can make sense of it, another follows: “The man you’re burying isn’t me.” The warnings become more personal. Don’t turn around. Someone is watching. A voice calling itself Malik says your name—but a familiar voice cannot explain the coffin in front of you. An unknown man approaches. He says Malik sent him to get you. Then he tells you Malik is lying. Now the account bearing your boyfriend’s name warns you not to trust the stranger and claims the people who killed him are inside the church. Every apparent answer creates another question. Is Malik alive? Who is sending the messages? Who is being buried? And why does someone want you to leave? You are still inside the church, caught between two conflicting accounts. You can demand proof, insist on knowing who the stranger is, refuse to trust Malik—or choose your own response. Neither man has earned your trust. Your next choice is still yours.

#psychological thriller #mystery #dark romance #suspense