Creepy Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

She picked up the phone with a frown and asked in displeasure, "Who is this? Can I help you?" "It's Jasper. I'm using a hidden number to call you now. Remember to delete the caller ID after the call ends. This number can't be found on the directory. I'll lock Frederick up for a few days, so call me if you need anything and remember to memorize my number," Jasper said in a low voice.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> In fact, he didn't remember eating it, but he seemed to have a cold lump of clay sitting in the bottom of his stomach as he waited with the phone against his ear. It was bound there by the knowledge that the person he was calling wouldn't be happy to hear from him. It would be so nice to hear a pleasant tone instead of that ever-present threatening rumble. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> After five long rings, the owner of the cursed phone number finally picked up, and Khyle waited for the inevitable hello that wouldn't be.

This wasn’t just someone trying to scare her. Whoever was behind this… They were watching her closely. And they were dangerous. — Across the city. Inside the Hale mansion. Adrian stood in his study while Daniel waited beside the desk. “Sir, we traced the numbers that contacted Mrs. Hale.” Adrian looked up. “And?” “They’re all unregistered prepaid numbers.” Adrian’s expression darkened. “Disposable phones,” Daniel added. “Someone is being careful.” Adrian slowly leaned back in his chair. His mind immediately started connecting pieces.

Was she just being paranoid? Still, Martin's phone rang halfway through, and Renee glanced at it to see that it was an unsaved number. It started with 158… and ended with 2288. Wasn't that the prefix for a Jormund number? "Sorry, Yvie, I'll talk to you later. I just got a call." Martin then passed Renee's phone back to her, while leaving with her own phone. Renee watched her leave, while feeling suspicious. 2288?

The salad was wilted. I took a deep breath and picked up my phone. The screen glowed in the cafeteria's dim light. My fingers trembled as I searched through the list of blocked numbers. There were several. Telemarketers. Former colleagues. An ex-boyfriend who couldn't accept the end. And the number I was looking for. I pressed the name. I called. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. "Yes?", the voice answered, sweet, fake, sugary like rotten honey.

the driver replied. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen. "Who could this be?" I muttered, declining the call. But the phone rang again. I kept dialing the red button but whomever it was, kept calling so I angrily picked up. " Are you dumb or what?. Why the..?" Before I could complete the sentence, a hoarse voice cut me off. "I’m your doom" "What?" "I’ve slashed your back tires. In a few minutes, your car will flip and you’ll be nothing but a memory," the caller said and let out a loud scary laugh before hanging up.

Different kinds of horrific scenarios were going on in my head, making me even more restless. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Everything's fine!! Suddenly, my phone rang as my head snapped at the side. I picked it up and checked the caller ID. I frowned. It was a call from an unknown number. I declined the call and kept my phone aside, but after a second, it rang again, and it was the same unknown number. I picked it up and answered it, "It's a wrong num....--" I was cut off. "Don't you dare cut the call on me, lady." A voice which was dead scary said.

“No, Ross and Associates Consulting. That sounds like there’s a lot of us.” “Ross and Associates Consulting it is. There’s a new cell phone coming to you by delivery. When the intercom buzzes, which should be in about an hour, the delivery guy will say he’s from Extremis, so you’ll know he’s not a reporter trying to sneak in. I’ll get some business cards to you tomorrow morning first thing.” “What do I need a new cell phone for?” I asked, bewildered. “For your business number, dummy. I got you a 310 area code and 3000 as the last four digits, you’re welcome.”

Carwyn said softly. But the other end of the phone fell into silence, there was no sound, even You are reading a story taken at TruGrainneyy dipping rice. breathing sounds can't be heard, it's really quiet, making people's hearts scared. "Lan Lam, are you not......?" Carwyn hesitated for a moment, frowned, carefully looked at the phone screen, an unfamiliar phone number. For a moment, I felt a bad omen. "Excuse me, who's on the other end of the line?" Immediately, Carwyn's voice became cold and indifferent.

I turned the screen towards him then raised a brow at him. "Are you not forgetting the fact that this phone number is no longer in my use? Remember, I threw the phone in the sea that day when I called my mom. My new number is saved with my pet name in your phone. It's saved as Sugarplum, not as Leyla Summers." I replied to him in a daj tone. He grabbed his phone again and looked at the screen. A frown appeared on his face as he was going through his phone. He looked disturbed while he was checking his list.