I Found a Playlist Called “Songs You’ll Die To” - It Had My Name on It

The First Ping

It was 2:17 a.m.

I was scrolling through TikTok, ignoring the fact I had work in the morning, when I got a Spotify notification:

“A friend shared a playlist with you.”

Weird. I don’t remember sharing my profile.

Curiosity won over caution. I clicked.

The playlist was titled:

"Songs You’ll Die To."

At first, I laughed.

Some edgy teen must’ve sent it as a joke.

Then I saw the playlist description.

It said:

“This one's for you, Emma. Exactly 11 songs.”

That’s my name.

Spelled exactly how I spell it.

No one outside my close circle knows that.

Track 1: “In the House – In a Heartbeat”

You know that haunting instrumental from 28 Days Later?

Yeah. That was the first track.

I felt a chill. But I told myself: it's a prank.

Then I scrolled to Track 2:

“Every Breath You Take – The Police.”

The creepy obsession tone hit different at 2:20 a.m.

I hit pause. My fingers were shaking a little.

It Got Personal Fast

Track 3 was titled “The Night I Almost Died.”

It was some lo-fi remix with weird whispering.

But here’s the thing.

When I played it backwards using an online tool, I swear I heard:

“Emma. I see you. You’re next.”

I shut my laptop and closed Spotify.

But the playlist kept updating.

A new song every night at 2:17 a.m.

Each more terrifying than the last.

Each one… felt tailored to me.

Track 6 Broke Me

The sixth song?

It was a distorted version of a voicemail I had left my ex after we broke up.

No music. Just my voice.

Crying. Pleading. Unedited.

Only he had that message. And he wouldn’t do this.

Would he?

Track 9: The Footsteps

One night, I left the playlist running while I showered.

Track 9 sounded like heavy footsteps in gravel.

Then a door creaking.

Then silence.

When I stepped out of the shower, a single word was written in the fog on my mirror:

“Stop.”

I Called the Police. They Laughed.

The officer I spoke to suggested I “delete the app” and “maybe go outside more.”

No report was filed.

Final Track: Static and My Name

Track 11 wasn’t music.

Just static.

And halfway through, a voice whispered:

“Emma... goodbye.”

The timestamp?

2:17.

I Deleted Spotify. But I Still Hear It.

I’ve moved cities. Changed my number. Got a new phone.

But sometimes, at 2:17 a.m., I still hear faint static.

Like a song is starting.

I don’t open the app.

I just hold my breath and pray the playlist hasn’t found me again.

Your Turn:

Have you ever received something online that felt… too personal?

Too tailored?

Too wrong?

Drop your horror story in the comments.

Because sometimes, our devices know more about us than we do. 👻🔪📱