Creepy Numbers To Call Novels & Stories

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It was Carolina's number so why wasn't her phone ringing? “What did you do?” I growled. She gave me a look. “Let me voice out my number to you. You might check the number you just called.” I have already done that. It was her number. “Four six two nine… .” Carolina started and my eyes averted on my phone screen to match the number she spoke. The moment she said the number six, my eyes zeroed at the last two digits. Carolina's number ended with five nine, while this number ended with six nine. It couldn't be. Have I calculated wrong? But when I called this number, I heard her voice. My mind was buzzing with confusion.

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'

Could it all crumble within minutes? A series of numbers displayed "Incoming Call" on her phone screen. Maya's eyes widened as she recognized the sequence of digits. Numbers that had remained unchanged over the years. "Isn't this...?"

The cafeteria door wheezed shut behind me, its hydraulic sigh drowned by Hank’s roar. "DRUCILLA!" His boots pounded linoleum, the Confederate belt buckle jangling like a hellhound’s collar. I darted past the dumpsters, Ms. Rodriguez’s card slicing my palm as I clutched it. The social worker’s number blurred—*205-555-0912*—as sweat dripped onto the ink. *Call. Don’t call. Call—*

"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

"Alright, dear. Greet everyone there for me and stay safe." "You too. Goodnight." "Goodnight, dear." The call was hung up and I kept my phone. With a heavy but resolute heart, I finally rested my head on the pillow, drifting into sleep. My dreams were haunted by visions of ancient artifacts, prophecies, and the destiny that awaited me.

… 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.

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.