When Robert, my fiancé, died suddenly, my world crumbled. I thought the pain of losing him was more than I could bear. But then, something happened that led me to question everything. I heard his voice calling me from beyond the grave. What I first believed to be a miracle quickly became a nightmare that uncovered a truth I never imagined.
Growing up in foster homes, I always dreamed of having a real family. I would watch other kids get picked up by their parents, holding hands, laughing, and feel a longing in my heart. I read books about loving families and wondered if they truly existed. Then, I met Robert.
Robert was everything I had ever hoped for—kind, loving, and with a warmth that made me feel safe. His family embraced me like I had always been one of their own. They were the family I had always longed for, and with Robert by my side, I felt like my dreams were finally coming true. When he proposed, I was overjoyed. And when we found out I was pregnant—with twins, no less—our happiness seemed complete.
But life can be cruel. One Thursday afternoon, I received the call that shattered everything. Robert had been in a car accident. I rushed to the hospital, praying that he would be okay. But when I arrived, the doctor’s face told me everything. There was nothing they could do. Robert was gone.
The funeral passed in a blur. I was numb, unable to process the grief or the fact that I hadn’t been able to say goodbye. It felt like a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. In the days that followed, I visited his grave often, seeking solace in the only place that felt close to him. I would sit by his headstone, talking to him, telling him about the babies, hoping for some sort of connection.
One afternoon, as I sat by his grave, I heard a phone ring. It was faint but unmistakable. Startled, I looked around the empty cemetery, my heart pounding. Then I saw it—a phone lying in the grass near Robert’s grave. I picked it up and felt a chill run down my spine as I saw the caller ID. It said, “Robert.”
My hands trembled as I answered, and my heart nearly stopped when I heard his voice on the other end. “Hey, baby,” he said, as if nothing had happened. I gasped, dropped the phone, and everything went black.
When I woke up in the hospital, Robert’s mother was sitting beside me. Her face was pale, and her eyes held a strange, fearful look. She whispered, “Did you hear him too?”
That moment changed everything. It was just the beginning of a dark journey that would reveal a terrifying truth: Robert’s ex-girlfriend, obsessed and unstable, had been using advanced technology to imitate his voice, tormenting me with the belief that Robert was still alive.
The truth was cruel, but with Robert’s family by my side, I knew I would find the strength to carry on, for myself and our twins.