Creepy Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

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.

I pull out my phone and grin once I decide on the man himself- Fuckface Senior. "Thank God someone invented the internet; I'd be so lost if not for mother G****e," muttering under my breath, I tap my phone and hit search for the information I should've prepared, but no one can blame me for being a little too excited and forgetful. Shit happens; deal with it. The website is shady and poorly done, if my opinion counts, but the phone number is there, so I shouldn't complain about unimportant details. I copy the number and press call, a bit too excited to hear his voice.

I ask "You still remember Capt'n Crunch?" "Yes?" "Now with blue boxing, you also send tones through the phone. Kokey managed to make free phone calls by exploiting Telkom's toll-free numbers. And he has places like the government, CSIR, weather bureau, Pick 'n Pay, Olivetti and Standard Bank's systems hacked." "And other hackers from here?" I ask

(Unknown number). “Why are you glued to your phone?”

“Teacher, don’t misunderstand me. I know you don’t have a phone, so I bought you the latest model. I even got you an exclusive phone number!” Preston took out a new phone and a phone number with ten digits of eight. Philip was stunned by this phone number. Although he was not particular about phone numbers, he was a wealthy kid and knew how much this number would sell for! “This phone number is pretty good,” Philip complimented Preston, knowing that this number was worth at least several million. “Oh, this is nothing. All the rich people are busy practicing nowadays, so no one is bothered about buying phone numbers. I only spent three million to get this phone number!”

The blind, chaotic rage had completely crystallized into something far more dangerous. Cold... Calculating... Absolute determination. I opened my secure contacts list, scrolling rapidly past the wealthy socialites, the extravagant wedding planners, and the luxury caterers. I scrolled until I found a heavily encrypted number I had saved under a fake alias specifically for "emergencies." I hit dial. The phone rang twice. A heavy, hollow sound in the quiet room. Then, a low, scratchy, heavily heavily disguised voice answered on the other end of the line. "This is Viper," the man grunted.

Chloe was running late as she locked up her house and walked down her sidewalk to the drive where her car, an old Malibu was patiently waiting. Her phone began to ring, interrupting her. She paused to fish it out and saw a mysterious number on the screen. It was a number she didn't recognize, which wasn't saying too much as she really only knew two numbers by heart. She normally had no problem answering such calls since they were most likely a business call of some sort and fairly painless. Lately, however, she'd been getting strange calls from mysterious numbers, she would answer and hear nothing on the other end for about a couple of minutes before the call went dead. The strange phone cal

It's from an unlisted number. "Have you opened the package yet?"

"I am just about to leave the cemetery. I got more flowers. What is going on, Crayvin?" Through the phone, I can hear Crayvin begin crying and stammering his words. My skin prickles when I hear his muffled tears and I squeeze my eyes shut, internally praying to myself. Oh, God. This is it. The uncontrollable shaking in my hand returns and I drop my phone. A muffled Crayvin's voice erupts from between my feet. "Tarra... Tarra, are you there?" I bend down and reach for my cell, picking it back up and pressing it to my ear.

She picked up the phone with a frown and asked in displeasure, "Who is this? Can I help you?" "It's Jasper. I'm using a hidden number to call you now. Remember to delete the caller ID after the call ends. This number can't be found on the directory. I'll lock Frederick up for a few days, so call me if you need anything and remember to memorize my number," Jasper said in a low voice.