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When I Visited My Fiancé's Grave, Pregnant and Alone, I Found a Strange Phone — I Blacked Out After Picking It Up

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Sep 26, 2024
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When my fiancé died suddenly, I thought my world had ended. Then I heard his voice calling me from beyond the grave. What I hoped was a miracle soon became a terrifying nightmare, leading me to a truth I never imagined.

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I always dreamed of having a family. Growing up in foster homes, I would watch other kids get picked up by their parents, holding hands and laughing. I'd read books about loving families and wonder if they were real. Was there a place where people cared that much about each other?

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A woman reading a book | Source: Midjourney

Then I met Robert. He was everything I ever wanted in a person—kind, funny, and loving. But more than that, he had this big, warm family. From the moment I met them, they welcomed me in like I belonged. Sunday dinners at his parents' house were something I'd only seen in movies.

"Pass the potatoes, honey," Robert's mom would say, her eyes soft and warm. She'd smile at me like I was her own daughter.

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A young woman cooking with her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

A young woman cooking with her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

Robert's dad, a tall, sturdy man with a booming laugh, would wink at me from across the table. "Another slice of pie? Don't tell your mother, but I saved you an extra piece." He'd slide the plate over with a grin.

These moments felt like a dream. I'd never had this—a family who cared, who laughed together, who made me feel safe. And with Robert, it was more than I ever dared to hope for. He loved me in a way I thought only existed in fairy tales.

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A woman smiling at her husband | Source: Midjourney

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Then, one evening, as we sat on a bench in the park, Robert took my hands in his. His eyes sparkled with excitement.

"I have something to ask you," he said, his voice trembling just a bit.

"What is it?" I asked, feeling my heart race.

He took a deep breath and pulled out a small, blue velvet box. "Will you marry me?"

Tears filled my eyes as I whispered, "Yes, yes, yes!"

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A man proposing to his girlfriend | Source: Midjourney

Soon after, I found out I was pregnant. Twins. We were thrilled. We talked for hours about baby names, about the kind of parents we would be.

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But then, everything changed.

It was a Thursday afternoon when I got the call. Robert had been in an accident. My hands shook as I drove to the hospital, praying, begging whatever powers existed to let him be okay. But when I arrived, a doctor met me with a somber expression.

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A sad tired doctor | Source: Pexels

"I'm so sorry," he said gently. "There was nothing we could do."

The days that followed were a blur. Robert's parents arranged everything so quickly. The funeral was over almost as soon as it began. I stood at the back, watching as they lowered him into the ground. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I wanted to scream, to cry, but I felt paralyzed, like I was stuck in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

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A woman at a funeral | Source: Midjourney

After the service, I found Robert's mom in the church hall. Her eyes were red and puffy. She looked at me with a kind of sadness I'd never seen before.

"Why didn't you let me see him?" I asked, my voice shaking. "I didn't even get to say goodbye."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping. "He was… he wasn't himself. I couldn't let you see him like that. It would have been too hard."

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A woman talking to her mother-in-law at a funeral | Source: Midjourney

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Weeks passed, and I found myself drawn to the cemetery more and more. It became a ritual, my way of keeping him close. I would sit by his grave and talk to him, tell him about the twins, about how much I missed him.

One afternoon, I was kneeling by his headstone, whispering about the latest baby kicks, when I heard it—a faint ringing. It was so out of place in the silence that it made my skin prickle.

A phone in the grass | Source: Midjourney

A phone in the grass | Source: Midjourney

I looked around, my heart pounding. Then I saw it—a phone, lying in the grass, right by Robert's grave. My breath caught as I reached for it. It looked ordinary, but something about it felt off, like it shouldn't be there.

I picked it up, and my heart almost stopped when I saw the caller ID.

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It said, "Robert."

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A shocked woman looking at her phone screen | Source: Midjourney

I stared at it, my hands shaking. This couldn't be real. But then I heard his voice.

"Hey, baby," he said, like nothing had happened.

I gasped, dropping the phone. My vision blurred, and then everything went black.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. My head throbbed, and there was a hollow feeling in my chest. Sitting next to my bed was Robert's mother. She looked pale, her eyes filled with something I couldn't place.

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A middle-aged woman in a hospital | Source: Midjourney

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"Did you hear him too?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I froze, confusion and fear washing over me. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

"Did you hear him too?" Robert's mother asked again, her voice trembling.

I stared at her, my heart racing. I nodded slowly, still trying to make sense of what had happened. How could it be Robert? I saw him buried. I knew he was gone. But the voice—it was him. It was so real.

A woman talking to her mother-in-law in the hospital | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her mother-in-law in the hospital | Source: Midjourney

"We need to go to the police," she said, her voice firm now. "Something's not right."

We went the next morning. Sitting in the small, crowded station, I felt numb. Robert's mother spoke to the officer at the desk, explaining everything—the accident, the funeral, the phone call. The officer listened, his face serious. He didn't dismiss us like I thought he might.

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A serious police officer at a station | Source: Midjourney

"Ma'am," he said, leaning forward. "You're telling me you received a phone call from your deceased son?"

"Yes," she said, clutching her purse tightly. "And so did she." She glanced at me.

I nodded, my hands shaking in my lap. "It was his voice. I know it sounds crazy, but it was him."

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A police officer listening to a serious woman | Source: Midjourney

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The officer paused, looking at us thoughtfully. Then he called for a detective, and we were led to a quieter room. We explained everything again. The detective, a tall man with kind eyes, took detailed notes. He didn't interrupt, just let us talk.

After listening to our story, the detective tapped his pen against his notepad. "I understand this is difficult, but we need to look into this thoroughly. It's possible someone's trying to manipulate you, given the circumstances. Do you still have the phone?"

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A detective in his office | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, handing it over. "Please, find out who did this."

"We'll do everything we can," he assured us. "But it might take some time."

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Days turned into weeks. I felt like I was living in a fog. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. Every time the phone rang, my heart would jump, half hoping it was Robert, half terrified it might be.

One evening, as I sat in the living room, Robert's mother called. Her voice was shaky.

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A woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney

"The police called me today. They found something," she said.

"What?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"We need to go to the station. Now."

We drove in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. At the station, the detective met us, his face grim.

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A grim detective talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

"We've been able to trace the calls," he said. "They're coming from a house not far from here. And it belongs to someone named Ursula."

The name hit me like a punch to the stomach. "Ursula? Robert's ex-girlfriend?"

He nodded. "We've been investigating her for a while. She's… well, she's not well. She became obsessed with Robert after he ended things with her. We believe she's behind this."

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An obsessive woman | Source: Midjourney

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I felt like the floor was falling away beneath me. "But how? It was his voice. It sounded just like him."

The detective sighed. "She used advanced voice-altering software. It can mimic someone's voice almost perfectly. She's been manipulating you, trying to make you believe he was still alive."

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "Why? Why would she do this?"

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A crying woman at a police station | Source: Midjourney

He looked at me with sympathy. "She couldn't let go. When she found out about the accident, it's like something snapped. She wanted to hurt you, to make you suffer. We're going to arrest her, but I thought you should know the truth."

I couldn't breathe. The room spun around me. Robert was gone. He had been gone all along. This was all some sick game, a cruel trick to tear me apart. I collapsed into a chair, sobbing.

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A crying woman | Source: Midjourney

Robert's mother wrapped her arms around me. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm so sorry."

The next day, the news broke that Ursula had been arrested. The police found all the evidence they needed in her house—recordings, software, even photos of us at the cemetery. She had been watching us, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The thought made my skin crawl.

But I wasn't alone. I had his family, and I had our babies. I had to be strong for them. Robert would have wanted that.

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A mother-in-law comforting a woman | Source: Midjourney

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One evening, I sat with Robert's mom in her kitchen. The twins kicked inside me, reminding me of the life growing within. I looked at her, seeing the same pain in her eyes, but also a shared strength.

"We're still a family," she said softly, reaching for my hand. "Robert would want us to stick together."

And as I placed my hand on my growing belly, I whispered, "We'll be okay, Robert. I promise. We'll be okay."

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A pregnant woman petting her belly | Source: Midjourney

The road ahead would be long, and the pain would never fully go away. But I had found something stronger than the sorrow. I had found a family that would endure, a love that would carry us through.

For the first time since he died, I felt a glimmer of hope. And I knew that we would keep his memory alive, in every story, every laugh, every tear.

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A hopeful pregnant woman in her kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Liked this story? Consider checking out this one: I never expected to become an amateur detective, but when my sister-in-law accused me of cheating, I knew I had to clear my name. What I uncovered in my investigation would shock our entire family and change our lives forever.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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