My Dead Dad Keeps Texting Me

A Paranormal Psychological Thriller About Grief, Ghosts, and Bad Timing

Tessa Ward is not “coping,” thank you for asking. She’s just… functioning in a haunted sort of way. She drinks cheap coffee, ignores the grief like it’s an unpaid parking ticket, and works nights at a half-empty seaside hotel where the carpet smells like damp regret.

Then her phone buzzes.

UNKNOWN: Tess. Don’t go into Room 12.

Her dad has been dead for six months. Cremated. Boxed. Put on a shelf like a book nobody opens because it makes you cry in public. So when messages start coming from random numbers using the nickname only he used, Tessa does the logical thing: she tells herself it’s a scam. Or stress. Or her brain doing that fun human hobby where it tries to protect you by making everything worse.

But the texts know things. Real things. Things nobody living should know. And every time she ignores them, something goes slightly wrong. Like… bleeding-into-real-life wrong.

Stuck between grief, paranoia, and a hotel that seems to breathe when the lights flicker, Tessa has to figure out whether she’s being hunted by someone very alive… or haunted by someone who refuses to stay politely dead.