Creepy Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

I stared at the numbers, a cold dread pouring through my veins. The thugs. The men my mother owed. The people who had made my life a living, breathing hell before I escaped to New York. "You aren't answering that," Iris stated. It wasn't a question. He had noticed the immediate shift in my posture, his dark eyes locked onto my phone. "It's probably just spam," I lied, my voice shaking slightly. "Telemarketers spoof local area codes all the time to get you to pick up." I didn't answer it. I let it ring until the screen finally went black. I reached out with a trembling hand, flipped the phone face down on the counter, and stared blindly at the wall.

*** 🦋 *** 🦋 FELIX 🦋 I couldn't stop thinking about the expression on Benita's face when she barged into my office, the moment replayed countless times in my head, that I couldn't help but feel guilty. Suddenly, my phone vibrated and, on the screen, displayed an unknown number that ended in 2004. After staring at it for a while, I clicked on the receive button, and a weird voice came to life, an elderly man's voice. “We have your wife; she'll be dead if you don't send us 2 million dollars.” I looked at the phone screen to be sure I heard well, “Does he even know the wife I'm married to?” I thought.

Just to breathe. As I push open the door, my phone vibrates in my apron pocket. I frown, pulling it out and glancing at the screen. Unknown Number. My stomach clenches. I hesitate for a second before answering, bringing the phone to my ear. "Hello?" At first, there's only silence. Then, a voice. Distorted. Low. Unfamiliar. "You should have never been entangled with an Alpha." I freeze. My grip on the phone tightens.

A bad premonition gnawed his heart. Another beep woke him up from his pain. “Sir, the phone’s details have nothing suspicious. She never contacted anybody through that phone. The last message was sent through a private number, which is no longer in existence. The person who owned that number died five years ago.” The man shared his findings. “Bunch of good for nothing! Have you taken your pay for granted? Find her!” Kieth could not help but roar into the phone! He could not believe it! She was just an ordinary human being! How could she pull off such a move?

As soon as Alex drifted off to sleep, I texted the phone number that lawyer Jenkins gave to me. “Hello, Miss Daya. I need your services in tracking someone's information. This is the phone number +411-256-674-956. Tell me her name, house address, past life and how she is connected to Alexander Blackwood.” “Alright Ma'am. I'll deliver it in few minutes time.” Daya replied my text. With fingers crossed, I decided to wait in anticipation. I'll soon have a snippet of Alex's past.

Campbell took the document from Dexie and reread it, then said, “No problem. Although the writing has become blurry, I should still be able to read it.” After he finished speaking, he handed it back to Dexie and said, “Look to see if there are any issues.” Dexie took it from Mr. Campbell and examined it carefully again. She thought it seemed like... Dexie said, “The last digit of the phone number looks strange.” Mr. Campbell looked and said, “It looks like a 3 or an 8. It could be a 5.” He hesitated for a moment, then told Dexie, “Take a picture of all the information. This document cannot be removed. As for the phone number, you’ll find out after trying each one.”

Maybe he has run out of what to tell his fuck buddy and decided to call. but the phone kept ringing nonstop, and I angrily picked up the phone from the bed to yell at that prick. "Shit!" I exclaimed, falling on my butt when I saw H boldly written on it. "How is this possible?" I asked myself in disbelief, The only number I saved with H was Cain's number and it was lying in the bottom of Crystal Lake. I pulled myself together and picked up the call. "Hello."

Then a crumpled napkin. He almost gave up. And then— Cardstock. He pulled it out slowly. A little wrinkled. A little bent. But there. Derek King – Alpha, Silverclaw Pack Emergency Line: (555) 728-9972 Aiden stared at the numbers. He could do this. He had to do this. He wiped his palm on his jeans, stood on shaky legs, and picked up the receiver. He dialed the numbers one by one, mouthing them softly as he pressed each button.

After a whole day of working, Harvey York was planning to sleep while he was having his tea. His phone violently vibrated. It was from an unknown number. Harvey frowned. He wanted to avoid picking up since scam calls were quite prominent in this day and age. That said, the phone kept vibrating for a long while. After mulling over the situation, Harvey decided to pick up. An odd chuckle resembling a strangled duck was heard. It was quite a stern yet asphyxiating sound.

Her phone beeped again – it was a message from the man who had called. With a sense of dread weighing her shoulders down, she opened it. It contained a link to a website famous for its adult content. A message from another new number had appeared on her screen before she could click on the link. She opened it, her heart already assuming the worst. “Please send me your address and bank account details. I will arrive by 6 PM and would like to book you for three hours of service.” ***