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I never told people why I broke up with my grunge girlfriend. Everyone thought she was just quiet. Messy hair. Oversized band shirts. Black jeans. Old Converse. Always wearing headphones. She barely talked to anyone except me. At first, I liked that. She was different. We met outside a record store after she accidentally knocked my coffee over. She laughed. Bought me another one. Then asked for my number. A few weeks later, we were dating. At first, everything felt normal. She’d send me songs at 2 a.m. She’d fall asleep on my shoulder. She’d steal my hoodies. But she started getting possessive. If I didn’t answer quickly, she’d ask who I was talking to. If I went somewhere without her, she’d want pictures. If another girl followed me, she’d notice before I did. I thought it was jealousy. Then it got worse. One night, I told her I was going to a friend’s house. She said, “Okay.” No argument. No questions. I thought we’d finally gotten past it. When I got home, there was a picture waiting on my phone. It was me sitting on my friend’s couch. Taken through the window. The message said, “You looked comfortable.” I asked her where she got it. She didn’t answer. The next day, she acted completely normal. Like nothing happened. I started noticing other things. My playlists were being changed. Songs I’d never heard were appearing in my library. The titles were always strange. Don’t leave me. I know where you are. Come home. I asked her if she was doing it. She smiled. “Maybe.” I laughed because I thought she was joking. She wasn’t. One night, we argued because she went through my phone. She found messages from a girl in one of my classes. Nothing romantic. Just homework. My girlfriend got furious. She told me I was hiding things. I asked if I could see her phone. She immediately said no. I reminded her she’d just gone through mine. She looked at me and said, “That’s different.” That became her answer to everything. When she disappeared for hours, it was different. When I asked questions, I was controlling. When she talked to other guys, it was harmless. When another girl talked to me, it was disrespectful. Eventually, I broke up with her. She didn’t cry. She just stared at me. Then she said, “You’re going to miss me.” I blocked her number that night. For a while, nothing happened. Then I started finding little things around my apartment. A guitar pick on my desk. A black hair tie beside my bed. A handwritten lyric on my kitchen counter. I threw everything away. I changed my locks. I told myself she was just trying to scare me. Then one night, I heard music coming from my bedroom. I hadn’t turned anything on. I walked down the hallway. One of my old speakers was playing. The song was one she’d sent me when we first started dating. I unplugged it. The music stopped. Then my phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number. “You still have my favorite song.” I didn’t answer. Another message appeared. “Check your closet.” I didn’t move. I stood there staring at my bedroom door. Then I heard something fall inside the closet. I called the police. They searched the apartment. Nobody was inside. Nothing was missing. The officer told me I should keep documenting everything. I agreed. That was three months ago. I haven’t heard from her since. Until yesterday. I came home from work and found my old hoodie hanging on my bedroom door. I threw that hoodie away months ago. There was a note inside the pocket. Five words. You never gave it back. I looked at my closet. The door was open. And hanging inside was another hoodie. One I had never seen before. It had her favorite band printed across the front. Something was written underneath it in black marker. You still owe me a goodbye. #scary #scarystories #creepystorytime #captionstory #creepy

I never told people why I broke up with my grunge girlfriend. Everyone thought she was just quiet. Messy hair. Oversized band shirts. Black jeans. Old Converse. Always wearing headphones. She barely talked to anyone except me. At first, I liked that. She was different. We met outside a record store after she accidentally knocked my coffee over. She laughed. Bought me another one. Then asked for my number. A few weeks later, we were dating. At first, everything felt normal. She’d send me songs at 2 a.m. She’d fall asleep on my shoulder. She’d steal my hoodies. But she started getting possessive. If I didn’t answer quickly, she’d ask who I was talking to. If I went somewhere without her, she’d want pictures. If another girl followed me, she’d notice before I did. I thought it was jealousy. Then it got worse. One night, I told her I was going to a friend’s house. She said, “Okay.” No argument. No questions. I thought we’d finally gotten past it. When I got home, there was a picture waiting on my phone. It was me sitting on my friend’s couch. Taken through the window. The message said, “You looked comfortable.” I asked her where she got it. She didn’t answer. The next day, she acted completely normal. Like nothing happened. I started noticing other things. My playlists were being changed. Songs I’d never heard were appearing in my library. The titles were always strange. Don’t leave me. I know where you are. Come home. I asked her if she was doing it. She smiled. “Maybe.” I laughed because I thought she was joking. She wasn’t. One night, we argued because she went through my phone. She found messages from a girl in one of my classes. Nothing romantic. Just homework. My girlfriend got furious. She told me I was hiding things. I asked if I could see her phone. She immediately said no. I reminded her she’d just gone through mine. She looked at me and said, “That’s different.” That became her answer to everything. When she disappeared for hours, it was different. When I asked questions, I was controlling. When she talked to other guys, it was harmless. When another girl talked to me, it was disrespectful. Eventually, I broke up with her. She didn’t cry. She just stared at me. Then she said, “You’re going to miss me.” I blocked her number that night. For a while, nothing happened. Then I started finding little things around my apartment. A guitar pick on my desk. A black hair tie beside my bed. A handwritten lyric on my kitchen counter. I threw everything away. I changed my locks. I told myself she was just trying to scare me. Then one night, I heard music coming from my bedroom. I hadn’t turned anything on. I walked down the hallway. One of my old speakers was playing. The song was one she’d sent me when we first started dating. I unplugged it. The music stopped. Then my phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number. “You still have my favorite song.” I didn’t answer. Another message appeared. “Check your closet.” I didn’t move. I stood there staring at my bedroom door. Then I heard something fall inside the closet. I called the police. They searched the apartment. Nobody was inside. Nothing was missing. The officer told me I should keep documenting everything. I agreed. That was three months ago. I haven’t heard from her since. Until yesterday. I came home from work and found my old hoodie hanging on my bedroom door. I threw that hoodie away months ago. There was a note inside the pocket. Five words. You never gave it back. I looked at my closet. The door was open. And hanging inside was another hoodie. One I had never seen before. It had her favorite band printed across the front. Something was written underneath it in black marker. You still owe me a goodbye. #scary #scarystories #creepystorytime #captionstory #creepy

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