Creepy Numbers To Call Novels & Stories

My eyes widened a little bit more and vanished my sleepiness away as I stare at the phone number, +14288297799. Am I hallucinating or is that my own number calling me? No. My eyes must be playing tricks on me, why would I see my phone number calling me? I ignored it and wondered, "Who the hell is calling me at 2AM? You better be an important person for disturbing me." I muttered as I pointed at the number and was really convinced that it was really my phone number. How the hell would I be calling me if I have my own phone number? I answered the call anyways and placed the phone against my ear. "Hello?" I yawned. "Did I wake you?"

If I called twice. I was already dead. Taking a deep breath, I pushed Demetri's number and brought the phone to my ear. It felt natural. Like it should. It rang, once, twice, three times. "Holy shit, Dani. Are you okay? Just start yelling if you need me to call 911. Or play loud music. Shit, shit, shit. Clap your hands, you hear me, Dani? Clap one for ass dialing. Clap two for cops!"

Only five digits in: Lydia freezes. It’s the same number that used to call her at night when she was fourteen. The calls she was told to forget. The ones she thought were just nightmares. The number burned in Lydia’s mind like a match held to old wounds. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared at the digits as if they might rearrange themselves into something less horrifying. But they didn’t. Damian leaned in. “What is it?” “I used to get phone calls,” she whispered. “When I was fourteen. Always at night. No one ever spoke on the other end. Just… breathing. Like someone was waiting for me to speak first.”

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."

She glanced at the caller ID and discovered that there was no name which meant that this number wasn’t saved on her phone. Usually. Lucina didn’t pick strange numbers like this but in her line of work, she knew that ignoring calls like this had proven to be very fatal. No one knew who was calling. ‘’Yes?’’ Kara said as soon as she picked the call. ‘’Diabla, i’m sorry for calling this late.’’ the voice said. ‘’Mateo? Is this your number?’’ Kara asked. ‘’Yes. I had to hide my ID for fear of anyone tracking this call.’’ he said.

My Gran used to say that all the time. For cripe’s sake! I didn’t know what day it was. According to my trusty iPhone, it was Saturday. My phone rang, startling me. I almost dropped the damn thing. I didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?” “Is this the witch?” The male voice came across arrogant with a touch of apprehension. “It depends. Who is asking?” See what happened when boredom trumped caution? I never answered unknown numbers. “This is Alpha Camden.” “What can I do for you, alpha?” Yes. I heard curiosity killed the cat. I could not help myself.

" 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.

“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—