Novel & Cerita Creepy Phone Numbers

It felt like an hour or so had passed by when my phone began to ring, the sound buzzing on the nightstand, the light on my phone causing my eyes to squint. The caller was calling on no caller ID and I debated answering it for a moment before going against my better judgment and reaching for the device. I accepted and put the phone to my ear, moving slightly so I was laying on my stomach, my eyes still closed from wanting to go back to sleep without being disturbed. "Hello?" The line was silent until suddenly someone's deep hoarse breathing sounded through the phone, the noise had me sitting up and frowning. It was creepy, and the breathing became heavier and heavier. I stayed quiet for a mom

He was huddled near a stone pillar, a phone pressed to his ear. "I’m serious about what I’m talking about!" he stammered, his eyes darting around like a criminal. "I'm sure I'm not seeing a ghost... She’s standing right in front of her grave! I can take a picture and prove it!" I stepped up behind him and snatched the phone from his trembling hand. He spun around, his eyes widening in fear. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice dangerously low. He didn't answer. He didn't even try to get his property back. He just turned and bolted, stumbling over the uneven grass as he ran for his life. I looked down at the screen. The call was still active, with the name Mr. Kross displayed.

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.

Carl sighed in defeat, letting go Amy's arm and pulls his phone from his back pocket to answer the call. But then the caller ID is not from the hospital, it's from an unknown number. Accepting it, it places a fear in his eyes, a lump in his throat and a shiver to his mind.

Her glazed eyes peered at who was calling in the middle of the night like that. "Who dares to call someone else in the middle of the night like this?" muttered Camellia while occasionally yawning. Camellia squinted because apparently there was no name on the number, it was certain that the caller was not from her contact. At that time Camellia didn't realize that the person was calling her secret number which she only used to contact Crish, because she used one cell phone for two numbers. Without thinking much Camellia immediately picked up the phone, she said in a hoarse voice, “Hello? Who's this?" Camellia asked.

My brain was still stuck between ten thousand freaking dollars and who the hell is Cole Maddox? I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. “It’s probably a scam,” I muttered to no one. “A really stupid scam.” My phone dinged again on the nightstand and I sat up, reaching for it, expecting another spam message about winning a free cruise or something. But it wasn’t that. UNKNOWN NUMBER: I hope that money made you happy. My heart did a funny little jump. The contact name was just a number, no photo, no bio, nothing. Just that message sitting there and very unsettling.

The handwriting on the label was careful and deliberate, the kind that doesn't look like its natural shape. They looked at each other. He opened it. Inside was a phone. Black, cheap, the kind you bought with cash and registered to nothing. Fully charged. One contact saved. The name read: C. And beneath the phone, folded once, a handwritten note on plain white paper. He held it so they could both read it. Call me on this phone only. Not your regular numbers. What I know can end all of this. I have records, dates, payments. Everything. I helped build what is being done to you and I want out.

Let's just get the hell outta here, maybe then she will start acting like herself because this is starting to feel very creepy. "Sure. Let's just get out of here... Quick" I said trailing towards the car with Iris sluggishly tailing behind me. Something clearly wasn't right here. I was so preoccupied by my thoughts that I barely heard the sound of my phone buzzing in my hand. It was from an unknown number and even though I don't normally answer strangers calls I slid to answer this time. "Hello!" No one replied. All I could hear was the upbeat sound of music coming from the other side.

Henry August scratched his head while pondering in his mind and said, "No idea. Could it be that it is from our enemy? Maybe our enemy planned to trap us." Daniel Brooke shrugged in frustration. "As of now, we have to play along. We will withdraw the money tomorrow morning, but we have to be more careful." They sat down on the sofa and started discussing how to deal with this situation. At that time Henry August received a call, and he answered, "Hello." After hearing something from the other end, he nodded and responded shortly, "Okay." "This phone call came from an area around a graveyard, and as usual the number is switched off now. It is also registered in fake ID. Usually, these things

I moved my eyes to my phone lighting up from my bedside dresser and realized that it was my phone. My phone was ringing. It was my phone the entire time and wondered who would have called me this late. I paused and listened to the unfamiliar song again and realized that it was… not my ringtone. I don't even know this song in the first place. Wait, there must be some mistake. I reached for my phone and suddenly saw an unregistered number calling me. My eyes widened a little bit more and vanished my sleepiness away as I stare at the phone number, +14288297799.