Scary Spooky Stories of Social Networking: "The likes are coming from inside the house!"

Scary Spooky Stories of Social Networking: "The likes are coming from inside the house!"
Scary Spooky Stories of Social Networking: "The likes are coming from inside the house!"

Scary Halloween stories updated for people who live their lives (and deaths) online.

The Likes Are Coming From Inside The House!
A Facebook horror story.

Jessica was home alone one night when her parents were out at the movies. So she invited her high school boyfriend over for a few hours without adult supervision.

It was a stormy night and her boyfriend was late, so she decided to pass the time on Facebook.

"Waiting for my BF. Give me some likes to help me pass the time! LOL!" she typed into her status field.

To Jessica’s surprise, she instantly received 32 new Facebook notifications. She checked and saw they were all likes on her photos from someone named Edouard Aye. His picture was in shadow and she couldn’t make out his face, so she blocked him immediately.

A few moments later, Jessica got a whole new slew of notifications. Another pile of likes on her photos, this time coming from someone named Eduardo Yea, the same obscured profile pic, creepy enough to make her skin crawl. Jessica blocked him too.


Jessica's next status: "Lotta creepers 2nite! LOL!"

The storm was getting stronger and the lights started to flicker. Jessica began to wonder if her boyfriend would ever make it to her house. She tried texting him but there was no response.

Jessica's next status: "BF is AWOL. Getting scary here. LOL."

Jessica felt a lump in her throat when the red number next to her Facebook notifications changed to “57." She checked. More likes on her photos, this time from someone named Dourade Aye, the same creepy profile photo now making her want to throw her laptop in the fireplace.


"Creepers get blocked! LOL," Jessica wrote in her next status.

Jessica blocked that account, then Googled the names of the account-users.

Google returned no information on anyone named Edouard Aye, Eduardo Yea, or Douarde Aye. Jessica decided to check an anagram site to see if the names were code for something. Before she could check, she got a new notification on Facebook. Someone posted a photo with her boyfriend tagged in it.

Jessica opened the photo with trembling hands. It was a photo of her boyfriend, blood coming out of his mouth, a metal rake sticking out of his chest. He was propped up on the front lawn of a house like just another scary Halloween decoration.


"AHHHHHHHHHHH! So not LOL." Jessica typed into comments field when she realized the lawn in the photo was hers.

Lightning flashed and she saw her boyfriend, dead and bloody, IRL, just outside her living room window.

The name of the account the photo was posted from had all the same letters as Edouard Aye, Eduardo Yea, and Douarde Aye. On this new account, the letters were rearranged to spell YOU ARE DEAD.

A whole slew of new notifications popped up on Jessica’s account. More likes on her photos, this time with the user’s location turned on. Jessica clicked on one of the notifications and saw what she already knew but was too terrified to admit to herself.


The likes were coming from inside of the house.

She was unsure of whether to run upstairs to where the killer might be hiding and scrolling through her photo albums, or outside into the arms of her dead boyfriend. She grabbed for her phone to call the police, but her Facebook push notifications alerted her that she’d been tagged in a new photo.

Jessica opened the photo. It was a photo of herself, wearing the same clothes she was wearing at that moment, sitting on the couch where she was seated at that moment. The photo perfectly captured the look of terror on her face as she stared at her phone. Panicked, she clicked untag.


Frozen to her seat, Jessica managed to type into her status field one last time. Her final status update, posted just before she heard the crash through the window behind her, before she felt the sting of steel through her chest, was as follows:

“HELP! Not even remotely LOL!”

(by Bob Powers)