Novel & Cerita Creepy Phone Numbers

Matt answered "Then can I get your phone number?" "Okay.." He started to give her his phone number and not only that girl who wrote it but a lot of girls started to write his phone number. I looked at Christian and he chuckled "That's not his phone number" Christian whispered to my ear "What? So who's phone is that?" I asked in a small tone "I don't know.. but if we gave his real phone number, that girl will get our phone numbers too" "Huh?" "Our phone number has a unique pattern, if you got one of our numbers. All you need to change the last 2 digits and you'll get our numbers"

He left his phone here and went. Is this called perfectionist? Ha! Suddenly I got this creepy thoughts of checking how he saved my name on his phone. I was sure his phone would have a password. Every business man's phone have a password. So let me try calling him from my phone. I dialed his number from my phone! ........ ............ ................ What? What is happening? What am I hearing? "Yeah tell me" his deep voice reached my ears.

I decide to answer anyway, hoping that it's not Mr Davies calling so soon after receiving my resignation letter. ' But you have his number, remember?' My consciousness reminds me. Right. " Hello?" I say, responding to the call. No answer. " Hello?" Again, no answer yet this time breathing, heavy breathing. What the heck? Okay, this is creepy. " Look, whoever you are, you obviously are tongue tied right now or you are just plain creepy. Whichever it is, please don't call again. And I mean ever." I quickly switch off my phone, not waiting for the person to say anything.

Brianna Ok, so I had a friend of a friend tell me that there is a way to find someone, it’s so good to have a friend in the communications field who could help a Sistah out because all that mumbo jumbo about paying for shit over the internet just ain’t for me. I wanted to know who the person was that kept calling the phone center. I don’t think they are paying attention and they do not give a flying fuck that they were calling a car service company. They were just calling to get their nuts off. But he sounded fucking good as hell doing it, though.

She has no time for that annoying brat! After reading and reviewing her role in the movie, her phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar phone number, again. Why is that there are so many unregistered numbers calling me these days? Where did they get my number? Nevertheless, Maezhei was worried that it might be like what happened to her handsome grandpa, so she instantly picked up the call. "Miss Maezhei, I need your help!!" The familiar voice shouted on the other line. "Hello, you are...?" Maezhei asked.

Something about security protocols and overtime schedules. Draven's jaw tightened. He opened his mouth, probably to confront Mason right then and there, when my phone erupted with a shrill ring and disrupted the call. I snatched it up, my expression darkening as I glanced at the screen. Unknown number. "Hold that thought," I muttered to him, swiping to answer. "Kael Nightbourne." Static crackled through the speaker. Then a voice. Female, breathless, terrified. My entire body went rigid. "Hello?" I pressed the phone harder against his ear. "Who is this?"

Perhaps he's a fan, so we for all intents and purposes had serious relationships so it\'s impossible for me to actually forget their names anytime soon. I sighed frustratedly before throwing my phone on the couch, demonstrating that i actually shook my head at the for all intents and purposes latest option in a really big way. Where did he mostly got my number, then in a fairly major way. I rarely text people and I could even count the number of people saved in my contacts using my toenails and fingernails so who gave my information to this definitely creep in a fairly major way. I grabbed my phone back and dialed my manager's number. Matteo immediately picked up after four rings.

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When іt turns uр nоthіng, I tуре іn the address for one of thоѕе рrіvаtе lооkuр dаtаbаѕеѕ wе hаvе ассеѕѕ tо аt thе TV station. Sure enough, one of thе numbеrѕ іѕ a New York City phone numbеr, but thе owner іѕ not lіѕtеd. Thе other numbеr is listed tо an Erіса Mоrgаn іn Brооklуn.

Aarya saw her phone flashing an unknown number. Curious she took the call. "Hello Aarya," a voice said. "Who is this?" "I will destroy you Aarya." The creepy voice said from the other side. "What the hell! Don't you have any better prank?" "I am not going to leave you." The creepy voice continued. "Yeah, whatever!" Aarya cut the call n threw her phone in her bag. She was already angry. A prank call was the last thing she needed right now. Ishaan kept away his phone annoyed. Aarya's phone was engaged.