Creepy Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

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.

I shook my head, “Just forget it.” “Lacy…” “Forget it. I am grateful for your help so far but… it is over now!” My phone began to ring suddenly and I stared at the screen with disinterest but then my heart skipped a beat. The area code of the number calling me showed it was coming from the Crescent Scythe Pack. Blaine and I made eye contact as I reached for the phone and picked it up, “Hello?” my voice quivered. “Lacy? Lacy, is that you?” a familiar but distant voice replied on the other end.

I started to panic. This was so ridiculous. She shook her head. “Really Chrys…” My phone ringing stopped her from whatever she was going to say. An unknown number was displayed on the screen and I didn’t pick it up right away. “Are you going to get that?” Jade asked. I almost dropped it after I picked it up. “Hello?” I answered wondering who it could possibly be. I didn’t give out my number often. “Chrysalis?” they asked reverently. I got butterflies from the voice on the other line. It couldn’t be.

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.

On the other side was red script writing. Angels and Demons, it read at the top with a number underneath. And just under that, it said, for all your phone sex needs. Julian rolls his eyes. Trust Kaden to leave that here. He was about to place it back down and continue his route to the bedroom when he thought to himself, why the fuck not? He was an adult. There was nothing stopping him from calling them and giving it a go. If he didn't like it, he could just hang up and pretend it never happened.

The same phone that had connected her to a stranger with a voice too calm, too confident, too dangerous. Arielle stared at the screen like it might suddenly come alive. “What are you?” she murmured. Outside, the city was slowly waking up. Faint traffic hummed somewhere beyond her apartment building, and a pale gray light crept through the curtains. She hadn’t moved in hours. Finally, she reached for the phone. Her fingers hesitated over the screen before unlocking it. The call history stared back at her. One number. No name. No information. Just ten digits.

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.

Since this my number is not connected to my F******k account so I know he can't find me there, he now knows my name but there are hundreds of Rose on F******k. *I can track you down as well you know?* I said hoping to threaten him too. *This my number is not registered in any social platform so good luck with that* He replied and he was right, even true caller didn't show his name. Earlier tonight I was heartbroken now I am scared that my name will be sullied by the public, can I stand the disgrace, what will my religious mother think. *How will I trust you won't request for more after the one night* I texted.

It was an unknown number. "Hello?" I said, and no response came in, but I could hear breathing from the other end. "Hello? Who's this?" Still no response, and I knew someone was listening. "Who am I speaking with?" I quizzed again, taking the phone away from my ears and looking at the number again. It was a foreign one, and it was getting kind of creepy. "Hell-" It beeped and disconnected. I clicked my phone off immediately as shivers crawled up my spine. The house seemed quieter, and it freaked me out.