Creepy Numbers To Call Novels & Stories

“Kay, Kay! Quick! Wait for Mama!” Seeing her son actively nod, Farrah smiled and praised him for being sensible. Returning to their bedroom, she took her phone out of the first compartment of the cabinet. She’s 100% sure that she was just hallucinating about the call—maybe it was the side-effect of the nightmare she had before seeing the phone call last night. Yet the moment she opened the screen, reality slapped her in the face. 1..3...4...10...20...100 calls, ranging from 12 AM to exactly 5 AM. All from the same number. All from her supposed to be dead husband.

In the evening, I was sitting at Caily's house, eating fried fish balls and drinking milk tea with her, when a strange phone number called my phone. The nature of my job doesn't distinguish between unfamiliar and familiar phone numbers, so I quickly picked up the phone. “Excuse me, this is the phone number of Miss Bella Poarch, a sales staff at the AD company, right?” A warm male voice spoke up. “Ah, yes, it's me. What do you need, please?”

Make sure to give them a call. ...

I said again but still there was no answer, I looked at my phone and saw that the call had been disconnected, I checked the number and it was an unknown number, I scrunch my brows in confusion because I've never been called by that number, I put my phone back in my bag and just as I moved about five steps forward, my phone again rang, "Hello, how can I help you?" I said to the caller angrily, it was annoying to call someone and not say anything, "Well, well, aren't you being too rude Cara," at the mention of my real name from the phone number that only people who knew me as Jenny had, my heart sank, I think it did more than that, it stopped beating, "It's been a really long time, you seem to

I needed something else. Someone else. I took a slow breath, then unlocked my phone again, my fingers gliding with muscle memory. I dialed a number I hadn’t used in years. A number I’d saved under a name that would send most people running in the other direction. “Calling… Black Mamba.”

*** 🦋 *** 🦋 FELIX 🦋 I couldn't stop thinking about the expression on Benita's face when she barged into my office, the moment replayed countless times in my head, that I couldn't help but feel guilty. Suddenly, my phone vibrated and, on the screen, displayed an unknown number that ended in 2004. After staring at it for a while, I clicked on the receive button, and a weird voice came to life, an elderly man's voice. “We have your wife; she'll be dead if you don't send us 2 million dollars.” I looked at the phone screen to be sure I heard well, “Does he even know the wife I'm married to?” I thought.

Numbers that I couldn't even recognize. My brows furrowed as anxiety crawled under my skin. I didn't like receiving calls from unknown numbers, but curiosity still nudged heavily at my mind. I slid the pick button upwards, lifting the phone to my ears. “Hello?” “Priscilla.” The moment I heard his voice, my body grew immensely weak.

Unknown Caller Arielle didn’t remember pressing the call button. She only remembered staring at the empty space where Daniel’s number used to be saved… and then deciding she didn’t need it. She knew it. Her fingers moved on instinct. Nine digits. Her heart thudded violently in her chest as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times— It clicked. Arielle straightened on the bar stool, suddenly breathless. “Hello.” That voice. Deep. Smooth. Controlled.

the driver replied. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen. "Who could this be?" I muttered, declining the call. But the phone rang again. I kept dialing the red button but whomever it was, kept calling so I angrily picked up. " Are you dumb or what?. Why the..?" Before I could complete the sentence, a hoarse voice cut me off. "I’m your doom" "What?" "I’ve slashed your back tires. In a few minutes, your car will flip and you’ll be nothing but a memory," the caller said and let out a loud scary laugh before hanging up.

I had too much on my mind, and it didn't really matter. There were a series of numbers called the same numbers. It's like his life revolves between those two numbers. I tried calling, and no one picked up, and then one said you had reached Cynthia Malloy; please leave your message. I will get back to you. It was weird they had a connection, but that gave direction.