The Creepy Friend Request That Changed My Life Forever

It all began with a single friend request. The profile picture was bizarre—something about it unsettled me. Normally, I never accepted requests from strangers. But that night, for reasons I still can’t explain, I clicked “Accept.”

At first, nothing happened. Days passed in silence until suddenly, a message appeared.

My heart pounded as I opened it. A photo of a man dressed as a clown popped up, followed by chilling words:
*“I’ve missed you, Emily. The countdown has begun. Soon, you’ll be mine.”*

I froze. *Missed me? Mine?* Who was this person?

I typed quickly:
*“Who are you? And what is this picture?!”*

Almost instantly, he replied. This time, it was a picture of my fiancé, with a caption underneath:
*“He’s the one who’s coming for you… soon.”*

Terror crawled through my veins.
*“Are you insane?!”* I typed back.

His reply made my blood run cold:
*“I am your fiancé. Ask your mother.”*

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Shaken, I ran to my mother, who was sitting quietly reading the Qur’an. My hands trembled as I showed her the messages. Her face went pale.

“Close your phone, Emily,” she whispered, fear in her eyes. “Don’t answer him again.”

“Why?!” I cried, tears welling up. “Who is he? Why would he say to ask you?”

Her silence broke me more than his words. Finally, with tears streaming down her face, she confessed:
“That man… he is not a stranger. He’s been bound to you since before you were born.”

My stomach twisted.
“What are you talking about?!”

She sobbed. “The night you were born, I was dying. I went to a woman… a fortune-teller. She promised to save your life, but in return, you would be tied to a spirit—your so-called ‘fiancé.’”

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Before I could speak, my phone rang. The name flashing on the screen was his strange profile. Against my mother’s pleas, I answered.

A distorted laugh seeped through the speaker, mixed with the sound of weeping. Then a low voice:
*“You’re late, Emily. I’ve waited for years. Soon, nothing will keep us apart.”*

I whispered, terrified:
*“What do you want from me?!”*

His answer shook me to the core:
*“I told you. I am your fiancé. Ask your mother what she promised the night you were born.”*

My mother’s cries filled the room. “Hang up, Emily! Please!”

But his voice continued:
*“Do you remember waking as a child to screams in the house? That was me. I’ve been watching you since your first breath. And now, the time has come.”*

Suddenly, the lights in the house flickered and went out. The air grew heavy with an unnatural silence—until the clown’s laughter filled every corner.

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At that moment, the door burst open. It was my uncle—our neighbor, a religious man. His eyes widened at the atmosphere, and without hesitation, he began reciting verses from the Qur’an.

With each verse, the laughter grew weaker, distorted, as if in agony. My phone buzzed violently, and the clown’s image stretched across the screen before vanishing completely.

Moments later, the lights returned. Silence filled the room, but this time it was peaceful. My uncle looked at me and said firmly:
“By God’s will, the curse has been broken. No spirit, no pact, no darkness can overpower His words.”

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I collapsed to the floor, sobbing with relief. My mother held my hand tightly, whispering through her tears:
“Forgive me, Emily. The biggest mistake of my life was turning to anyone other than God. But He is merciful. He freed you.”

I hugged her, tears mixing with hers.
“I forgive you, Mom. What matters is that it’s over.”

From that day, I deleted my accounts, stepped away from social media, and most importantly—I felt free.

The heavy shadow that had haunted me for years was gone.

I had learned something I would never forget: *no curse, no spirit, no deal is stronger than God’s will.*

My mother changed too—devoting her days to prayer and repentance.

And me? I felt as though I had been given a new life. A second chance. And I promised myself one thing: I would live it without fear.

Faith is the only shield, and no darkness can conquer the light of God.