Novel & Cerita Cuando El Teléfono Suena

I set an alarm on my phone so that if I mistakenly fall asleep, the alarm will wake me up. At 10 pm on the dot, I picked up my phone and typed in the numbers. I called the first time, and he didn’t answer. I tried again the second time and he still didn’t answer. I didn’t know how tears escaped from my eyes and I started thinking if something had happened to him. I dropped offline messages and voice notes. I woke up again by midnight and started calling. This time it didn’t even ring. It just beeps and hangs up. It was devastating, my heart arched, and I cried again, this time louder than the previous. I stayed till 3 am calling, hoping, crying, and praying for him to answer, but to no avail

It always works. I stare at my phone for a second way too long. If it wasn't this dead in the night, I would have called Zoe or…my uncle to talk about something, anything. Just to distract myself from all the chaos in my head. Sucking in a deep breath, I close my eyes for a second to focus but I’m distracted when my phone dings in my hand, startling me since I don't expect anyone to be awake at this time. My phone screen lights up and the message flashes across the screen, my breath catching in my throat.

I hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now, the device felt like a lifeline. I glanced at it where it lay on the nightstand. Should I call Matteo? Would he even answer? Before I could decide, the phone buzzed, startling me. I grabbed it quickly, my heart racing. The screen showed no name, just an unknown number. “Hello?” I answered, my voice hesitant. At first, there was nothing but silence. Then, faint voices broke through, too muffled to make out clearly. “Hello?” I tried again, leaning closer to the phone.

On the court day. On what would happen. On what could go wrong. Because something always goes wrong. The sound of my phone ringing cut through the silence. Sharp. Unexpected. I glanced at it. Unknown number. I let it ring. Whoever it was could call back. Right now, I wasn’t in the mood for distractions. The ringing stopped. The room returned to silence. I exhaled slowly, trying to refocus. Then it rang again. Same number. I stared at it for a second longer this time.

The video is only about a minute long and surely enough sixty seconds later, my phone begins to ring in my hands. “Hi.” I giggle. “Which bar are you at?”

"See you tonight." "Tonight," he agreed. --- I was halfway across the quad, hands in my pockets, face tipped up to the thin afternoon sun, thinking about hills and old growth and forty minutes from here, when my phone rang. The sound was so ordinary. Just my phone ringing, same as it did a dozen times a day. I pulled it out expecting Maya. Expecting Olandria calling back. Expecting anyone in the world except the name on the screen. *Dad.* I stopped walking.

She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives. The loading symbol spun for a few seconds. Then the page refreshed. No match found. Arielle frowned harder now. She tried a third website. Then a fourth. Still nothing. The silence of the apartment suddenly felt heavier. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. “Who are you?” she whispered again. As if the universe had been waiting for that exact moment, her phone vibrated against the coffee table. The sound made her jump. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. Slowly—very slowly—she picked up the phone.

Gradually I felt tipsy, my eyes seeing triple, Everything was in three placing then it became a blur. " Are you alright?" Someone tapped me. " I'm....ju..st..fine" I replied laughing for no reason. I suddenly heard a familiar ringtone, then Sonia's voice " you phone is ringing Selena!" " Oh, that's my phone" I opened my purse, brought out my phone and struggled to slide it to answer, finally I did. " Hello......" I replied. " Where are you?" I heard a manly voice. " Me..?" " Yes" the voice replied.

Buzz— In the silent space, the phone on the tea table vibrated, emitting a buzzing sound, which startled Isabella again. She picked up her phone, her skirt trailing behind her. The screen displayed a string of numbers, indicating that the number was not in her contacts. Although it wasn't in the contact list, Isabella still had an impression of this string of numbers. How could she not remember the phone number used by someone she was once so close to? The phone was still ringing, but Isabella's outstretched finger hesitated to touch down. She was internally struggling, should she answer or not?

We got lost in time until my buzzing phone dragged us back to reality. I reached out for my phone on the nightstand. As I glanced at the screen, I saw that it was a call from an unknown number. I was skeptical at first but I eventually answered the phone. My blood ran cold and I wasn’t prepared for what I heard next.