Creepy Numbers To Call Novels & Stories

She asked. "Can you spare me some change, please?" The caller asked mockingly. She took a slow, deep breath when she realized that the caller was just a beggar that was in need of some change. "I'm sorry. Wrong number," Kayla said, hung up the call and blocked the number. Even though Kayla had never received such a call before in her life, she had heard of rich people receiving such calls, but she was still a little bit perplexed about how the caller had gotten her number.

He said after a quick glance “This is not going to work at all How many of these items are familiar to you so I can cross them off” I said turning the pamphlet to the front page “2,3,5,7,9,11,13,15,………” “Woah I am going to need a minute…….” I felt my phone beep “I think I have a better idea Give me a list of the ones that does not seem familiar to you” I hurriedly asked him looking for a way to get back to my phone “We have 1,4,6,10,12,14” He said and I pointed them all out

How did the asshole get my number? “Are you okay?” Jenny asked. “You look like you’re going to be sick.” I couldn’t speak, another trickle of fear skating down my spine. While the call had been mechanically altered, that didn’t mean the man’s voice wasn’t just as terrifying. I pulled the iPhone away, immediately redialing the number. As I suspected, thequick beeps followed by the plastic voice that the number I’d reached was no longer in service kept the chill racing all the way to my toes.

That has become her usual word when she gets a new unidentified number. Of course, this call she is on is a private number. Unlike her peeps who always get alarmed and hesitate when they get a private number on their phone screen, Crystal never had a second thought before picking up such calls. She has worked and dealt with private numbers so this was never new to her. That was her life as a secretary. "Save me Crystal!" A deafening scream enough to Pierce the eardrum, was heard from the other end of the call. Yet that voice sent chills down Crystal's spine.

Immediately I grabbed my phone, an unknown number called. I picked it up immediately thinking it would be Amber. "Amber what is going on? where are you?". "Amber has 6 hours to live, you have exactly 6 hours to find him else you'll meet his decayed corpse. And don't try to contact the police or any other person ,if you do trust me, you will find his body, see you soon Lexy ", the call went dead immediately. This was stupid... very stupid. It had to be some sick prank.

I made another for food and called Maggie to bring a few clothes that Helena would need. Just when I was done talking to Maggie on the phone another call came in from a strange number this time it wasn’t tagged “UNKNOWN NUMBER” I swiped the green button and placed the phone on my ears. I kept quiet to hear what the person had to say first. It was mute and I could only hear heavy breathes from the person at the other end of the call. “Hello” I said “Wow, I thought you weren’t going to take the calls again, you idiot”.

I pull back from Celestine and reach for my phone, glancing at the screen. Unknown number. I hesitate. I should not answer. Unknown numbers are traps, tricks, phishing attempts, they are the sort of thing that security experts warn you about. But something tells me to answer, something in my gut, something that says this is important. I swipe the screen and raise the phone to my ear. "Hello?" A pause. Then a voice. Smug and slow and full of a satisfaction that makes my blood run cold. "I hope you enjoyed your accident, Ashcroft. Because I am just getting started."

On the very edge of the white paper, written in tiny, faint pencil marks, were six numbers. 8, 4, 3, 9, 1, 5. My eyes memorized the sequence in a single second, repeating it over and over in my head like a prayer. Eight, four, three, nine, one, five. I pulled my phone from my pocket, my thumbs flying across the screen as I opened the text thread with the unknown number. I typed the six digits into the box and hit send, my hand shaking so violently the phone almost slipped from my fingers.

“But I will give you a tip. Free of charge.” I pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. He arched his brows, waiting. “Check her phone.” I said. He tilted his head. “What?” “Cathy.” I answered. “Search for number 763718388.” Reaper narrowed his eyes, the playfulness vanishing instantly, replaced by the cold calculation of the President. “Why?” He demanded.

She must be calling, she must have come back to her senses. I trailed off when I looked down at the caller ID to see it wasn't her but an unknown number. Out of irritation, I picked immediately. “Hello.” “Hello, are you Niko’s parents? Would you like to arrange a funeral or memorial service? Our funeral home provides these services tailored to fit your budgets.”