Novel & Cerita Creepy Numbers To Call

I took out a $20 bill and as I walked back to the young man, I handed it directly to him. "Here's a tip for you, thank you!" "I don't need it. How about I just ask for your phone number instead!" "What? My phone number? Are you kidding me?" "I'm not kidding, ma'am! I'm serious. If your car breaks down in the middle of the road, you can call me anytime." "I can call this company number if I need help, so I don't have to give you my personal number, right?" "If you're on the night shift and your car suddenly breaks down, the only person you can contact is me, since your calls won't be answered after 7 p.m., Mrs. Karenina Meiyer!"

“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?”

*** 🦋 *** 🦋 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.

**No Caller ID. I hesitated. Only Paula and Maryam had my number. A tinge of anxiety twisted in my chest. What if it was Maryam? We were supposed to meet at Downtown to head to the new apartment. She usually finished work by 6 PM, and we had agreed to meet at 9. Maybe something had happened. Swallowing the knot in my throat, I swiped the call. “I’m watching you,” a deep voice whispered. Cold. Male. Almost robotic, like it was run through a filter or… an AI.

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.

I turn to my screen and there are so many phone numbers there, it triggers parallax. Deciding to start from the top and work my way down, I wear my headphones, look around the room one more time to see if there is anyone, anyone at all, willing to help me, and when I see there isn’t, I turn to the phone box on my table and dial the number. My heart is thumping violently against my chest as it rings. “He-llo!” comes the hearty voice of what sounds like a male senior citizen.