Novel & Cerita Creepy Phone Numbers

I whisper, my heart still racing. "Good," Brett says, his smile sharp and dangerous as he sets down the phone. "Desperate people make mistakes." My phone buzzes again. This time it's not a threatening photo. It's a text from an unknown number: Check your foundation bank accounts. Love, A. Brett lunges for his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard with practiced efficiency. His face goes white as he stares at the screen. "What?" I move to look over his shoulder, dread pooling in my stomach. "What is it?"

“Why don’t you give me yours?” “You changed your number?” His brows shot up. “Why?” “There were people who kept on calling me and when I picked up they just didn’t say anything. They didn’t hang up either, they just listened. It was creepy so I changed my number.” I shrugged like it was no big deal even though in truth I’d had to spend two days telling everyone in my phone book that I’d changed my number. “It was me.” I paused from creating a new contact on my phone and looked up. “What?”

In the evening, I was sitting at Caily's house, eating fried fish balls and drinking milk tea with her, when a strange phone number called my phone. The nature of my job doesn't distinguish between unfamiliar and familiar phone numbers, so I quickly picked up the phone. “Excuse me, this is the phone number of Miss Bella Poarch, a sales staff at the AD company, right?” A warm male voice spoke up. “Ah, yes, it's me. What do you need, please?”

They ended the call and his phone dinged only seconds later. He pulled up the text and wrote down the phone number. I got on the phone and requested the phone records for the hunter’s phone. In a matter of minutes, I had them on my email. I went to the office and printed out the records. When I brought them to the conference room, one particular phone number stood out. Area code 719… that’s a Colorado area code. I took out my phone and looked up the phone number, and I recognized the last name. I smiled to everyone in the conference room, “I know what the number is. I also think I know who she is related to.” Luke asked, “Care to share?” I smiled, “The owner of the phone number is Emily Ball

“Wrong number. “ I thought. Then, my phone buzzed again. An unknown caller again. Then, I answered the call, “Hi! I am Cynthia from Daily Scoop News. Can I speak with Miss Heather Russell?” I immediately hung up the phone. “What the hell is going on?” I was confused. Then, another buzz on my phone. I did not answer. My phone kept on buzzing. “Miss, are you all right?” Asked Ray. “Umm yeah. Thank you, Ray.” But I am not all right. How did they know my personal number? I thought. I decided to turn off my phone and sighed.

$7,000,000 withdrawn. What the— Then a new message pops up. DO NOT PICK UP UNLESS NECESSARY: ‘Pick up the damn phone before I turn you into a beggar.’ I scoff, half-laughing. The name flashes under his contact. With a deep, venom-laced sigh, I swipe to answer.

I stayed up till 3 pm again trying to reach Lucas. I was surfing the internet when I saw a message popped up on my phone, it was from a strange number. Recently, I have been waking up to see messages from people I don’t know. Most of them are upcoming models that want to know the secret of modeling. I always laugh when I see such a massage, modeling has no secret, if it will even have a secret it’s hard work and practice. Some are from well-wishers and the rest are from men who need relationships and scammers who need money. I looked at the number again, and it sounded familiar in my brain. It was the number Mr. Philip gave me. “Thank goodness he’s finally awake,” I said to myself as I jumpe

"My name is Candice, and if you can help me, Camila, give me any number so I can let a family member know about your situation. I nodded and squeezed the blanket on my warm body, the only thing within my reach. The only thing that prevented me from panicking once again. The aluminum of the blanket made noise when I took the first steps next to Candice, for the first time in long minutes aware of what I was doing. Passing through the automatic doors, I replied: “ 718-452-4280.”

I repeat. Heavy breathing fill my ears followed but static. The line goes dead. I stare at my phone. Unease settling in the room. A private number. Who could they possibly be and how did they get my number?

“Hello...” “Papa! It's me Sierra! I don't have time to talk but can you tell me Mr Cryus's number? You do have his number right?” I asked with my breathing heavy and my dad was quick to hear. “Are you panting honey?” He asked over the phone. “Papa please! Just tell me Mr Cryus's number.” I said heaving. I got a pen and a notepad and jotted down the number before I abruptly hunged up. I dialled for Mr Cryus and the phone rang. The line got connected and his deep voice echoed through the speakers of the phone. “Hello?”