Creepy Numbers To Call の小説・ストーリー

42028395830509674 – 0203484-8293809823 0950947592 83475289 475 2398475938475293847529348752394857 . . . Murder #3: Unanticipated addition. The janitor saw me fleeing the scene with gasoline bottles. Strangulation via vacuum cleaner chord (janitor) = death. One less number to count. By this stage, I was never going to stop. I was bent on destruction, thirsty to extinguish all the numbers in my hazy, warped world. I was like a hungry predator searching for my prey.

Just make sure she was okay. The number you have called is out of service at this time. “Shit.”

My phone woke me up with so much noise. Goshhhh! Who is calling me by this time of the night? I rubbed my itchy, sleepy eyes and looked at the strange number with no caller Identification. Who is this? I didn’t want to pick but I just had to. “Hello!” No one responded. “Please who is this?” Still to no response. I looked at the number again strangely and immediately it hung up. What’s the meaning of this? Who could that be? I looked at the time and it was close to 2am.

If you want. Say the word. And your mother’s secrets will be revealed. Call me; 343-564-987 xoxo Your love

I sit up and frown at the screen. No contact photo. Just a grey circle and a random number I don’t recognize. **Me: you again? Who’s this? A few seconds pass. **Unknown Number:Someone who noticed you’re always online around this hour. Weird. **Me:Okay… creepy much? **Unknown Number:Sorry. Not trying to be. I just thought you might want someone to talk to. I hesitate. For all I know, this could be some troll, but something about the tone feels different. Calm. Soft.

Finally, my eyes got heavier and I was beginning to drift off to sleep, then my phone started to ring. My heart leaped hoping it would be Kaden but when I picked up my phone, it was an unknown number. Who would be calling me at this hour? I furrowed my brows as I answered. Immediately, a robotic voice sounded from the other end. "This call is from an inmate at August correctional centre. This call is subject to monitoring and recording. Inmate, Peter Hastings would like to accept the charges for this collect call. To accept the charges, press 1. To refuse the call, hang up or press 2."

truly it's night already but I don't want to leave his company, he needs me as much as I need him. "You will soon be going, so can I have your number this time" If I give him my original number, he will find out about me being Rose, so I gave him my second number that is not registered in W******p. "I will call you bunny" he said and I nodded. He paid for our food and I made him promise to let me handle the next bills. "Good night bunny" he said as I am about to board the bus, it's already late so only few tricycle are around.

It’s not an ideal way of doing it, but I get a kick out of calling people randomly and jerking my member until I get someone to listen - I always get someone to listen. Today was no different, as soon as I was hard and ready to explode, I dialed up a random number and got a beautiful voice over the phone that just enticed me even more. Her voice made it easy to relax and get in the mood. “Hello and Thank you for calling Mr. Precision Tube and Lube, how can I help you today?” The voice said, stating the basic answer phrase. “I need some help,” I said as I sat stroking my meat. “How can I help you Sir?”

It was an unknown number. "Hello?" I said, and no response came in, but I could hear breathing from the other end. "Hello? Who's this?" Still no response, and I knew someone was listening. "Who am I speaking with?" I quizzed again, taking the phone away from my ears and looking at the number again. It was a foreign one, and it was getting kind of creepy. "Hell-" It beeped and disconnected. I clicked my phone off immediately as shivers crawled up my spine. The house seemed quieter, and it freaked me out.

They were corrupting my innocent little baby. I picked it up with a gesture and placed it against my ear to hear a sickeningly sweet feminine voice. “Tick-tock, Bianca,” the voice said. Really, where did Toria keep getting these fake numbers from? I had blocked her initial three numbers, and yet here she was with another one. “You’re one more phone number away from opening a scam call centre,” I drawled lazily. The men were all leaning in as much as they could, trying their best to be gossiping aunties.