Creepy Numbers To Call Novels & Stories

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.

She has no time for that annoying brat! After reading and reviewing her role in the movie, her phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar phone number, again. Why is that there are so many unregistered numbers calling me these days? Where did they get my number? Nevertheless, Maezhei was worried that it might be like what happened to her handsome grandpa, so she instantly picked up the call. "Miss Maezhei, I need your help!!" The familiar voice shouted on the other line. "Hello, you are...?" Maezhei asked.

I woke up to the familiar buzz of my phone and by the time my searching hands got hold, the call had already ended. Sighing, I brought it up to my face only to shoot up straight in fright. 1 miss call Big red 5 miss calls Terror 9 miss calls Mr. cool 11 miss calls Girlfriend The notifications read in that same order. Mer with call number one meant that I had to call back, IMMEDIATELY. Alexandra with 11 calls meant she couldn't wait to tell me something gossipy.

Ghosts Don’t Stay Gone The call came just after midnight. Adrian had been half asleep, the city outside her bedroom window reduced to distant lights and movement she no longer needed to monitor. Her phone vibrating on the nightstand pulled her fully awake, instinct kicking in before irritation could. She didn’t recognize the number. That alone was enough to make her sit up. Most people who had access to her knew better than to call this late. The few who didn’t were usually filtered out quickly by assistants, schedules, or security. An unknown number meant someone had either bypassed those layers or never respected them to begin with.

He said. "That's why you called me?" I replied harshly. Was he kidding me right now? " I'm sorry, sometimes I make senseless jokes. I just wanted to be sure that this is the right number." He replied. " This is my number. Please do not call me again." I replied. He gave me creepy vibes, and I didn't want to entertain his attention. " That's a bit too harsh don't you think?" He asked. I sighed, and took in a deep breath,

She yawned and rubbed her neck. “Hello pretty girl.” It was a voice she hadn’t heard in years. But, it was one she would never be able to forget. She hung up and threw the phone on the bed. Shaking she tried to control her nerves but she felt sick again. Bbbring Bbbring, Bbbring Bbbring. She stared at the phone ringing on the bed. "Screw it!" Lunging for it she answered. “Listen here you fucking creep!” She shouted into the phone.

Then a crumpled napkin. He almost gave up. And then— Cardstock. He pulled it out slowly. A little wrinkled. A little bent. But there. Derek King – Alpha, Silverclaw Pack Emergency Line: (555) 728-9972 Aiden stared at the numbers. He could do this. He had to do this. He wiped his palm on his jeans, stood on shaky legs, and picked up the receiver. He dialed the numbers one by one, mouthing them softly as he pressed each button.

Edward nodded slowly as he listened to her, then asked in an affected manner, “So, is the number still engaged?” Indeed, it was still engaged. Ever since Vivian used that number to call some strange phone, that number remained engaged. On top of that, even the foreign number that Vivian had once used to call her was discovered to be a dead number after she tried dialing it again. Aside from shock, Renne was in disbelief as well. If it weren’t for the call records on her phone, she would’ve begun to suspect that she had been dreaming.

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.”