Creepy Numbers To Call Novels & Stories

Unknown number and it says private number. "Hey Cara" I heard a familiar muffled voice filling me with dread. He continued without letting me reply, before I could ask who it is. "Your silence tells me you recognized me? Aww! That's sweet of you babe. Meet me. Today evening. Don't miss it. I'll text you the time and place. Bye sweetheart! He said ending the call with a scary loud laugh. Is that who I think he is? Then my phone buzzed. Message. 'New York Marriott Marquis. 5:00'

The high hopes died eventually when she heard ' the number you've dialled is no longer in the service ' ' Why it's not in the service? ' the woman frowned and dialled again and again but to her dismay, no miracle happened and sadly she got the same response on every dial. Being helpless she felt like crying and eventually she cried. Hearing her cries both the nurse and the guy panicked as they saw her going crazy. " Why is this number not in service? Why!!! " the woman yelled trashing her hands in the air meanwhile the nurse hugged her and hide her head in her stomach while saying " Shh! Calm down big siso! It's alright if this number is not in service. Maybe due to some unknown reason that

"After that night, everything seemed fine. I mean, sure there were little things here and there, but now knew it was just Mr. Bellum. We weren't scared, so we just continued about our lives as usual. Every couple of days or so, we would pull out the board to check in and chat with him. After two months of this, we got a call on the landline from an unknown number. Leila answered it, but she said all she heard was static. Not even two minutes later, the phone rang again. It was an unknown number, so she answered it. Again, static. This continued for about a week, two calls two minutes apart, both from an unknown number." Her voice caught in her throat. She took a deep, long breath to stay her

Whoever is calling me should know better! When the phone rings again, my anger gets the best of me. I grab the phone, hitting the green button, “I am not in the office for a fucking reason! What do you want?” Soft sadistic laughter is heard before a voice speaks, “Better call 911. He’s fading fast.” The creepy voice whispers into the phone before hanging up. My heart begins pounding in my chest, and I grab my phone, dialing Mikey, but there isn’t an answer. I try again, but still nothing.

I started panicking, my heart pounding with each passing second. Then, Sarah's loud voice pierced through the silence, "Guys, come quick! I found something!" We rushed to the kitchen, where Sarah was pointing at a note that had been stabbed into the wall with a knife. The sight sent a chill down my spine. It was a ransom note from the looks of it. Theo removed the knife from the wall and held the note in his other hand. "What is it?" Sarah asked. He begins reading it, "If you want the old hag back, meet me at the Meldam Road, 2pm."

… Kevan went out rather early and did not return even after Larissa’s shift had ended at 8 pm. She was just feeling thankful for getting through the first day when she noticed several missed calls from the same unknown number after her shower. Larissa hurriedly called back. The call was about to be dropped automatically when someone finally answered it. "Come to Room 8888." The male voice on the other end was terribly hoarse, as if he were trying to suppress something. Larissa froze for a bit before realizing who was on the other end and quickly said, "Of course, Mr. Rogers. I’ll be right there."

"Hello?" Cinnia said into her phone. Normally, she wasn't one to pick up calls from anonymous numbers but inexplicably, she found herself doing so. As if the call was a magnet, drawing her to tap the answer button without a thought. There was heavy breathing on the other end. One that almost seemed too familiar. The exact breathing pattern of the corrupt man from her vision, dream, or whatever it was. Cinnia bit her lip and paused the preparation of the omelet she was making around six a.m. that morning.

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.

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!"

I decide to answer anyway, hoping that it's not Mr Davies calling so soon after receiving my resignation letter. ' But you have his number, remember?' My consciousness reminds me. Right. " Hello?" I say, responding to the call. No answer. " Hello?" Again, no answer yet this time breathing, heavy breathing. What the heck? Okay, this is creepy. " Look, whoever you are, you obviously are tongue tied right now or you are just plain creepy. Whichever it is, please don't call again. And I mean ever." I quickly switch off my phone, not waiting for the person to say anything.