Haunted By Me

It started with whispers. Faint at first, like the breeze slipping through the cracks of his apartment window.

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"You thought you could get away with it."

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Roger blinked awake, the room dark except for the blinking red light of his alarm clock. 3:14 AM.

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His body felt slick with sweat. He sat up, listening. Silence. The only sound was the hum of his refrigerator and the distant wail of a siren.

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He let out a breath. Just a dream.

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But it wasn’t just a dream.

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The next morning, he checked his phone out of habit. No new messages. No calls. No texts from Lily.

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Of course not. She was dead.

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A car crash—at least, that’s what the police said. Skidded off the road and into a ravine. But Roger knew the truth, didn’t he? He had driven her to that road with his betrayal, his lies. He had loved her once, in his own selfish way, but the affair had been too tempting, too easy. He never thought she’d find out. He never thought she’d care so much.

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But she did. And now she was gone.

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Or at least, she should have been.

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The whispering returned the next night.

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"You see me in your dreams every night..."

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Roger bolted upright, gasping. The voice had been right next to his ear.

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He fumbled for the bedside lamp, but before he could turn it on, his phone screen lit up. A notification. A message.

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Lily: You can’t escape me.

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Roger’s fingers went numb. His mind raced through every possible explanation. A prank. A cruel joke.

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He opened the message thread.

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It was empty. Blank. Just her name at the top, but no conversation history. As if she had never existed.

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His heart pounded. He deleted the thread and tossed the phone onto the nightstand, breathing heavily. It was just his imagination. It had to be.

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Then his phone lit up again.

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Lily is typing...

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His blood turned to ice.

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The next day, Roger tried to shake the feeling. He drowned himself in work, kept the office lights bright, surrounded himself with people. But it didn’t help.

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Every reflective surface held a shadow that shouldn’t be there. A glimpse of movement just beyond his vision. And every time he glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see nothing, he thought he saw… her.

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It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. But deep down, a part of him knew—Lily wasn’t resting.

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By the third night, Roger could no longer pretend it was grief messing with his mind.

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Because Lily didn’t just haunt his phone. She haunted his walls, his mirrors, his mind. He heard her voice in the static of the television, in the rustling of the leaves outside his window.

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"You’re haunted by me..."

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She stood at the foot of his bed now.

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Her eyes were sunken, her skin pale and stretched too tightly over her bones. The way she moved wasn’t natural—jerky, like something remembering how to control a human body. Her lips pulled back in something like a smile, but her teeth were too white, too sharp.

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"You'll feel all the pain I had," she whispered.

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Roger screamed.

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He stopped sleeping. He stopped eating. He stopped answering his phone. His friends stopped calling after a while. It didn’t matter. Lily never left.

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She didn’t just haunt his nights anymore. She haunted every second.

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When he brushed his teeth, he saw her standing behind him in the mirror. When he turned, she wasn’t there—but the mirror still held her reflection, grinning at him. When he sat at his desk, he felt her fingers brushing his shoulder, her breath against his neck.

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She was waiting. Waiting for him to break.

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One night, he tried to run.

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He packed a bag, grabbed his keys, and bolted for his car. The second he sat in the driver’s seat, his headlights flickered on.

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She was in the rearview mirror.

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He didn’t turn. He couldn’t.

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The engine roared to life, but his hands trembled too hard to shift gears.

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Her voice slithered through the speakers.

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"You can't fool me because I know just where you are..."

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The car door wouldn’t open. The windows wouldn’t roll down.

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Then, cold fingers wrapped around his throat.

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"You can't run away because I'll follow no matter how far…"

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Roger gasped for breath. His vision blurred. The last thing he saw before the world went dark was her face.

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Smiling.

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When Roger awoke, he was home.

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In bed. The clock read 3:14 AM.

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Had it been a nightmare? Had any of it been real?

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For one blissful moment, he believed it was over.

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Then his phone buzzed.

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A single message.

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Lily: You’ll never be free.

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Roger felt the pressure of invisible hands closing around his wrists, his chest, his throat. The weight of something inescapable, something eternal.

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Lily wasn’t leaving.

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Not until he felt everything she had felt.

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Not until she dragged him into the dark with her.

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He opened his mouth to scream, but the shadows swallowed the sound.

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And then, there was only silence.

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-Mark Gammill

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Haunted By Me (LYRICS)

 

Verse 1 

You thought you could get away with it

you thought you could cheat on me and forget

but now you're in for a really big surprise

cuz I'm back from the grave and you won't survive.

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Verse 2

You see me in your dreams every night

you hear me in your ears all the time

you feel me in your bones everyday

you try and hide but you won't get away.

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Chorus

You're haunted by me

you can't escape my wrath

you're haunted by me

you'll feel all the pain I had

you're haunted by me

I'll never let it be

you're haunted by me

you'll never be free.

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Verse 3

You can't fool me because

I know just where you are

you can't run away because

I'll follow no matter how far

you can't escape me because

I'll catch you instead

you can't kill me because

I'm already dead.

 

-Mark Gammill

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