Creepy Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

The screen lit up with an unfamiliar, unlisted number from the southern territory. I frowned, my thumb hovering over the screen. Was it a supplier from the morning's ledger? A courier confirming delivery routes? "Excuse me for a second," I told Martha and Clara, stepping away from the table toward the quieter edge of the greenhouse, surrounded by tall hanging ferns. I swiped the green icon and brought the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I answered neutrally. There was a moment of heavy, ragged breathing on the other end of the line—the sound of someone gasping for air, trembling with panic.

“ what? Huh? Ya sure that sounds fine Trevor” “No, I said do you have service on your cell? Mine still isn’t working yet” Trevor said making sure to enunciate each word perfectly. I pulled my cell out to check, “nah no signal” I say as I put it back in my pocket. As we got closer to the SUV I felt a bit off. I turned to take one more look at the mountain and let out a long sigh then opened the door to the passenger seat and got in. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy leaving my mate here with the White Haven Coven. We made our way down the road making small talk. When we finally reached the main highway our phones began to ding incessantly. We both pulled out our phones to look at them. The fir

I didn’t notice she got near me while I was too busy checking for that mysterious guy. I felt my phone ringing and saw that it was an unregistered number. Only a few people know my phone number and this makes me feel uneasy. It’s either someone I know or someone who got my number somewhere. “Hello?” I asked in my regular happy voice but there was no answer. “Hello?” I asked again but still no answer. “I’ll report your number for scamming and harassment if you won’t answer.” “Rayne…” “R-Ray?” I stuttered upon hearing his voice.

Kevin Kyle's deep voice disrupted her train of thoughts, and she looked up at him and asked, "Hmm?" "I..." When he was about to speak, his mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He frowned slightly and answered, "What's the matter?" Nick Black replied, "We have tracked down the unknown number. This number was activated many years ago, and the phone bill is paid every month. However, there is a very limited record of calling or messaging. The phone number is not formally registered too, so it is very difficult for us to find out who the person is." The phone number was activated a few years ago. The bill was paid monthly, but it was rarely used for communication, and there was no formal re

He squeezed back, fingers still buried deep, thumb teasing my oversensitive clit. Mom’s phone buzzed on the counter behind her. She turned. “Oh, a new message. Unknown number.” My blood ran cold. Alexander’s fingers stilled for a second inside me. Brady looked at his own phone. “I got one too. Same unknown number.” Sophia checked hers. “Me three. What is this?” Dad frowned. “Everybody getting spam tonight?” Alexander leaned close to me while pretending to grab salt. “Stay calm. We don’t move. We handle it here.”

“But I will give you a tip. Free of charge.” I pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. He arched his brows, waiting. “Check her phone.” I said. He tilted his head. “What?” “Cathy.” I answered. “Search for number 763718388.” Reaper narrowed his eyes, the playfulness vanishing instantly, replaced by the cold calculation of the President. “Why?” He demanded.

he said. We’ve been dating for almost a year now but the cringe he brings is still unexplainable. I just have to accept that it is natural to him and it’s not hurting anyone. And then, the unknown number is calling me again. I forgot to save Ally’s other number yesterday. I think I should name it as “AS” or annoying sister. To balance the cringe, I will get this call. “What is it this time?” I asked without greeting.

But Harper felt peaceful knowing she’d given him a yes. Just then, her phone rang. It was a call from an unknown number. Harper stared at it, a lump in her throat. She had been getting way too many texts from unknown numbers lately, it was exhausting. She couldn’t even tell which was which. Biting her lower lip, she answered the call. “Hello?” She said hesitantly. There was silence at first. Then she heard the sound of a crackle. “Harp. It’s me,” a familiar distorted voice came through and her stomach knotted.

Crystal wasn't feeling too good these days, so she thought of booking an appointment with the doctor. She picked up her phone to do so when her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. She looked at it skeptically, but curiosity got the better of her. The message read, "Meet me at the café on the corner at 5 pm tonight. I have something important to discuss with you." Crystal pondered over the message, wondering who could be texting her from an unknown number. She decided to reply to the message, "Who is this?"

" she panicked, but it was too late. The beeping sound from the phone shows that the call has been aborted. Unfortunately, her call for help has been cruelly rejected. not giving up, she called again but this time she was replayed by a robotic voice." the number you are trying to call is unreachable at the moment, please try again later." She looked back at the cemetery ,it was already dark and she could only hear cries of night birds. She opened her phone book and was left speechless. Should she call her second uncle? No, they're now in South Africa,so that was not an option.