Novel & Cerita Creepy Numbers To Call

" Carmen said giggling. "You do not believe me." Kay said "I'm sorry, I do not know what to say, I wasn't expecting that," Carmen's phone rang. "Excuse me sir," she said, "I have to answer this call," "Yeah, go on. It's fine," The phone number was only six digits, she answered the call but the caller said nothing. "Hi. This is Carmen speaking. Hello, I can't hear you, helloo?" "I don't know who this is, he or she is not saying anything,"

My eyes are slightly better, and the clock is just over 5 o'clock. Who is calling me at this hour? 'A strange phone number?' I furrowed my brows and became more alert. I rarely use the phone, and even fewer people know my number. No stranger will be able to contact me through this method. Suddenly, a feeling of insecurity rose in my heart. I sat up and stared at the phone for a few seconds before hitting the accept button. And I'm sure my lousy hunch was correct. I heard Erina's pitiful cries and screamed on the other end of the line. What followed was a series of weird sounds that I couldn't figure out what it was, which confused me even more.

It was a call from an unknown number. Joseph answered the call, and a distorted robotic voice came through the speaker. The caller was using a voice changer. The caller began, "Hey, I've heard you've been looking for me." Joseph asked, "Are you a person or a ghost?" The caller replied, "You've offended me. Do exactly as I say, and I'll leave you a way out. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead." Joseph frowned, wanting to end the call. Just then, an idea struck him. He said, "Yara, why are you trying to play mysterious? I think you should change your name. You should call yourself Bitch Zahn instead. It's a combination of your parents' names."

“Tell me why downtown suddenly feels like the world’s most haunted Apple Store.” No one answered. My phone buzzed violently again. Unknown Number. A cold feeling settled into my stomach instantly. I declined the call. The phone rang again immediately. Unknown Number. Then again. Again. Again. Five consecutive calls. Jade glanced back. “That seems deeply unhealthy.” I answered before I could rethink it. Silence greeted me. Then breathing. Slow. Measured. Not human breathing. Too steady. “Who is this?” For a moment, nothing. Then a woman’s voice spoke softly:

"Alright then, go ahead and call them." She pulled out her phone from her pocket and handed it to him. Dean reached out to take it, his fingers trembling slightly. Thankfully, Greg had forced him to memorize everyone’s numbers earlier. He took a deep breath, quickly dialing the first number— Damon’s phone—unreachable. Dean’s heart skipped a beat, his grip on the phone tightening. He immediately dialed the second number— Chen’s phone—still unreachable. Fighting to stay calm, his finger shook as he pressed the third number—

**No Caller ID. I hesitated. Only Paula and Maryam had my number. A tinge of anxiety twisted in my chest. What if it was Maryam? We were supposed to meet at Downtown to head to the new apartment. She usually finished work by 6 PM, and we had agreed to meet at 9. Maybe something had happened. Swallowing the knot in my throat, I swiped the call. “I’m watching you,” a deep voice whispered. Cold. Male. Almost robotic, like it was run through a filter or… an AI.

Please call at your earliest convenience, but not before 9AM. X-XXX-XXX-XXXX Georgia Calloway. P.S. your tip is an advance. Curious note aside, I looked at the tip amount. $10,000.43 I nearly fainted.

I copy the phone number attached to the message and call it immediately. Twenty thousand dollars? It sounds unbelievable but fucking sign me up…!

I was eagerly waiting for my secretary to send the message to me so I could check it. "Who do you think it is?" Ben asked, looking at my phone before looking at me. "I can't tell honestly, if the person really wasn't registered under my business number then it's not a client, I have this inkling that it would belong to that crazy ass fucker who gave me the creepy call when We were at the event," I placed my guess. I scrolled through my phone to check the number they used and it was definitely a flacko number, the number was a waste. It was one of those lines that people bought to use and stalk their ex before they could do anything else and then dispose or burn it off.