Novel & Cerita Creepy Numbers To Call

The first call came three days after Clara went off-grid, and she was in the bunker's command center when her secure phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number. The caller ID showed a local area code, but the number wasn't registered to anyone she knew. She let it ring once, twice, three times, watching the screen with cold curiosity as the name "UNKNOWN" flashed in bright white letters against the dark background. On the fourth ring, she answered but said nothing, waiting in complete silence.

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.

Bratty Lady. This was the registered name of the caller with this number. It was a call from Lilith Craig. A woman I happened to bump into while she was being harassed at a club where I would usually go during my day off to get a good drink and get laid when I wanted to. I did not know she would start annoying me after that incident. She was annoying because she wouldn’t stop chasing me, although I have been blatant and frank that I do not want girls of her kind.

“Insults will get you nowhere. Now take this number down. I will only call it once. Better get a pen and paper ready.” I heard shuffling in the background, and Collin began to read out the number. “5555-6835-9020. Did you get it?” “Yes,” Enzo growled. “Put Tabitha back on the phone.” “No. Happy hunting, Enzo.” “Wait, let me speak…”

In the past few days, the number of strange calls had continued to increase. Lindsay had been taking calls during the day, along with the deputies who were on duty. The calls she had taken included another poltergeist, a cattle mutilation, a strange humming noise that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously, and, most recently, a gremlin. There had to be some way to end this chaos. All the strange calls were on top of the regular calls that generally come to the sheriff’s department. Lindsay had just walked into her office and sat down after the gremlin call when she saw Cat walking toward her door.

Jaylene frowned upon receiving the call about the flowers. She stated, "I didn't order any flowers." "The flowers were ordered by a gentleman with the last four digits 8286 on his phone. He insisted that you collect them. Could you come down, please?" the caller replied. '8286? Isn't that Keegan's number?' Jaylene thought, a hint of surprise in her mind. She quickly stood and said, "Give me a minute. I'll be right down."

Max points at the small table across the room where his large smartphone resides, rattling on the wood. "Uh, yeah, okay." She walks over and picks up the phone. She looks down at the caller ID, but the number isn't saved. She frowns as something is piqued in the back of her mind. 1033. Those four digits look oddly familiar to her. Where has she seen them before? "Who is it," Max calls over to her. "Oh, um, I'm not sure. The number isn't saved." She hurries back to his desk and hands him the phone. Their fingers brush and she tries not to gasp at the sensation as it is amplified by the phone vibrating and shakes her core.

Conan bristled , pinching the bridge of his nose “ jeez , you are so on time Jake !” But I didn’t listen to him , instead I was already calling Bella ‘s number but “ sorry the number you have dialled is currently switched off , please try later “ A mechanical voice answered , and something in my chest coiled - there were multiple scenarios already flashing in my head . And it was with trembling hands and nerve stretching at every second that I called Chris but “ sorry the number you have called is currently switched off please try later “ “ what the fuck ? “I couldn’t help but exclaim “their numbers are switched off hell , Chris had never switched off his phone before this “

The glass screen showed three missed calls from a number I did not recognize. “Who is calling you at this hour?” Williams asked, stopping near the heavy wooden railing. “I don't know,” I answered, staring at the numbers blinking on the screen. “It is an unlisted number from the northern region.” “Do not answer it if it is Tristain trying to negotiate,” Williams warned, looking down over my arm. “He has nothing left to offer us.” “It is not Tristain's regional code,” I muttered, sliding my thumb across the glass to call the number back. “The area code belongs to the old camp near the river.”

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.