Just a foreword, this whole story takes place within the span of about a year. I’ve used fake names to protect those involved. This is by far the creepiest thing to have ever happened to me, and I’ve had a lot of creepy stuff happen to me.
My friends and I were entering our 7th grade year in middle school (we’re all currently Sophomores in high school). We were what you would call ‘Emo’. At least, we thought we were. We were known as the Emo group of the school, anyways. There was Sasha, my best friend, she and I had been best friends since 2nd grade, and still are. Neither of us had many friends, until one of my friends, Annie, introduced us to a girl that she had went to elementary with who was attending our middle school, and was also ‘Emo’. Her name was Michie, and we all quickly became friends right away. She was in Band class with us, and her and I had world history together, so it was great.
Michie, Sasha, Annie, and I all became best friends, along with two other ‘Emo’ girls we’d met named Emie and Katherine. We sat at lunch together everyday at the same table. A couple of months into the school year and we were all as close as could be. Well, for the most part. I had the feeling that Michie didn’t like me that much, but just kind of brushed it off because she seemed really nice. Anyways, since we were ’emo’, we all were depressed (most of us were just pretending, excluding Michie and I), and self harmed because we thought it was cool.
One day, Michie comes into lunch and tells everyone she has a new boyfriend. We all thought it was awesome, because you know, 13 year olds could totally be in serious relationships. She started telling us about him. His name was Trev, and he seemed alright I guess. She told us about his band, and that he was emo and cool just like us. She even told us about his family, and that his mom was a Wiccan and she would go to his house and do black magic with her. I thought she was just stupid and brushed her off, not really caring.
Flash forward to December. She’d talked non-stop about this guy. I mean, she showed us pictures of him everyday and told us every small detail of their relationship. I was happy for her at first, but after a while it just got annoying. None of us wanted to say anything though, she seemed happy and glad to have a boyfriend.
One day, I got a friend request on Facebook from a guy named Trev. I accepted it, as it had the same profile picture as the guy Michie had shown us all. I didn’t think twice about it. The next day at school, Michie came to lunch crying. She said that Trev had broken up with her. This was a weekly occurrence. He’d break up with her every week and by that weekend they’d be back together again. Once again, all of us just sort of brushed this off.
A couple of weeks later and Sasha and I are staying at Katherine’s house. The rest of them had also gotten friend requests from Trev and his best friend Drake. While Sasha and I were hanging out in Katherine’s room, Katherine got a Facebook message from Drake. He was flirting with her. It started off as just normal comments, talking about how pretty she was, but soon the conversation turned into something weird. Drake was saying awful things about all of us, excluding Katherine and Michie. I guess he didn’t know that we were there with Katherine. He mostly focused on me though, calling me mean names and talking about how bad my make-up was. It kind of upset me, but at the same time I’d never even met this guy, so I just tried to ignore it.
The school year was nearing an end, and Michie and Trev had broken up numerous times. One time she came to school and told us she was pregnant, and then the next day came in crying and said she had a miscarriage. By this point, Sasha and I were really creeped out by Michie. There was something about her that wasn’t quite right. Everyone else in the group seemed to believe her, but Sasha seemed wary, as did I. But as good friends do, we tried to comfort her. My naive middle school self just wanted to be there for a friend in need, regardless of the bs lie she’d just told us.
At the end of April, Michie missed an entire week of school. We were all confused, as she never ever skipped school. She didn’t come back at all, not even at the end of the year. She finally came back at the start of 8th grade. She told us she’d tried to kill herself and had been put in our local mental health facility for a few weeks. We all felt bad and tried to comfort her. She never told us why she tried to do it though, I just figured she was far more depressed than she had originally let on. Halfway through 8th grade, and all of us were still best friends. She never mentioned this Trev guy to us again, so we’d just assumed she’d broken up with him for the last time. Michie’s guardian that she was living with passed away, and she ended up moving back to the state she was from with her dad, but we all still kept in close contact.
Flash forward to the summer of Freshman going into Sophmore year. I had an entirely new group of friends, excluding Sasha, who is still to this day my closest friend. My new friend Gwen was Michie’s best friend. They’d grown up together and knew each other for 10 years. I’d heard of Gwen when I was in middle school, but she was two grades ahead of us and went to high school, so I never actually got to meet her until I started high school as well. I’d grown out of my emo phase, thankfully, and so had all of my old friends. That’s besides the point though.
Last summer (the summer before Sophomore year), Sasha, Gwen, and our other friend Clara were all having a sleepover at Clara’s house. She had a pool, so we’d always go swimming when we went over. We were all sitting on the edge of the pool and talking about drama that was going on. I brought up Gracie and made some joke about her old boyfriend, knowing Sasha and Gwen would remember it. Gwen’s eyes widened slightly.
“You do know that she made Trev up, right?”
“Yeah, she made him up. He wasn’t real.”
“Oh, well Uhm, that’s nice?”
I say uncomfortably, not really knowing how to take that information. The conversation continued on, but Sasha and I kept sneaking each other uncomfortable glances. The next morning we all forgot completely about it.
(One last flash forward) To last weekend:. Once again, Sasha, Gwen, and I were all staying at Clara’s house. We were all laying in her room, having a deep late night conversation as it was around 1 am. We were all ready to go to bed, when Gwen rolls over and speaks in the dead silence.
“I need to tell you all something. Especially you and Sasha.”
She says to me, clearly bothered. I raise an eyebrow and Clara gets up to turn the lights in her room back on. Sasha sat up from her sleeping bag on the floor.
“It’s about the whole Trev thing. I never told you all the whole story. I was thinking about it when we were talking about Michie earlier, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.”
Well, she went on to explain that Michie had been catfishing not just us, but her and 7 other people as well. And apparently, she’d been catfishing them for months before she’d even mentioned this ‘Trev’ to us. All the other people she’d been messing with were in high school though, so that’s why we’d never heard about it until now.
Michie had made fake Facebook and Instagram accounts for not only Trev and Drake, but his supposed ex-girlfriend and Trev’s mom too. I was shocked. I’d known about the Facebooks but I’d just assumed she showed us some guys’ Facebook page and said it was her boyfriend. No, this psycho bitch had been running FOUR Facebook pages all by herself. She’d even put Trev in a group chat with herself, Gwen, and her two other friends Travis and Emma. Gwen showed us all the old chat messages she had. Michie was literally talking to herself in them, because Trev was talking to everyone in the chat. Apparently, Gwen explained, her and this ‘Drake’ person had gotten so close that they even started dating. Gwen told us her and Travis had gotten really close with Trev and Drake over social media, telling them their darkest secrets.
Turns out this nut job had been behind the accounts the entire time. She was the one insulting me to Katherine over Facebook in 7th grade. When Gwen had tried to break it off with Drake, he’d snapped on her, calling her a worthless piece of trash and telling her she was a bad person and insulting her. It was actually just Michie behind the account, insulting her best friend. How could you even do that?
Well, when Travis and Gwen had suspected that something was up, they confronted her about it. This was the last week in April when she missed all that school. Yes, she tried to kill herself because her entire plan was foiled. She was locked up in our mental institution for a week, according to Gwen, as she’d been the one to pick her up along with Michie’s mom and little sister. She admitted to making everything up. There are more insane stories about what ‘Trev’ did to her, including telling Gwen that he raped her on his bed and that’s how she got ‘pregnant’. Also, she once told Gwen and Travis that Trev had tried to kill himself and that caused them both to freak, because he was their apparent friend and they were worried.
Meanwhile, Michie was just manipulating her friends. This lasted an entire year. I still can’t believe I never found any of this out until last weekend. I always suspected that Michie was unstable, but I never guess that it was this bad. Gwen later told me that Michie did in fact hate my guts, and would trash talk me any chance she got. I knew there was something off about her, so did Sasha.
None of us are in contact with Michie anymore. She ended her 12 year friendship with Gwen over text a couple of months back, but that’s a story for another time. She told us all on Instagram that she wanted 0 ties back to her old hometown, which still confuses us. Now that I think about it, this girl was smart. I mean, she pulled some Moriarty-Sherlock Holmes shit. She manipulated everyone for an entire year, and then attempted to kill herself when her plan was ruined. I still don’t know what would’ve happened had Travis and Gwen not confronted her. This girl is sociopathic. I’m serious, she actually scares me. I’m just glad I never messaged Trev on Facebook that day..