Cursed Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

"I'm coming back next weekend. I will bring you an unlisted cell phone. Keep it off except when you can get away and call me. To be safe I will include a slip of paper with my cell phone number on it. Only the last two numbers will be two digits high. My number ends in 4725 but on the slip it will say 4747. That way if someone sees it they still won't have my number." "How will you get the phone to me?"

Kevin Kyle's deep voice disrupted her train of thoughts, and she looked up at him and asked, "Hmm?" "I..." When he was about to speak, his mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He frowned slightly and answered, "What's the matter?" Nick Black replied, "We have tracked down the unknown number. This number was activated many years ago, and the phone bill is paid every month. However, there is a very limited record of calling or messaging. The phone number is not formally registered too, so it is very difficult for us to find out who the person is." The phone number was activated a few years ago. The bill was paid monthly, but it was rarely used for communication, and there was no formal re

Golden time is here, he might even hand over his life if she asks right now. "044-341-20" she called out his phone number... the serial number. "That's my... That's my...my phone num... "Why is it the serial number of a weapon? It's a gun" she said, stroking harder. "urrgg! It's... It's actually a... weapon from a secret base in India. The boss never wanted the identity of his goods to be showcased, so he hired me to collate phone numbers of people from stolen phones. I sent out my boys to do it, but they couldn't complete the needed, so I added my number to make it complete" he replied shakily, still sweating profusely.

All they have to do is to kill that b**ch and merge the companies as one, to a sole owner, him of course; he smiled and his face beaming with happiness. A few minutes later a phone rang disturbing their secret conversations. when they both look to the side, it was Nagato's phone that rang. He walked over to the table majestically and pick off the phone, when he saw the caller's number with no name, he immediately recognized who it was. "Moshi Moshi" "Hello boss we have caught the target as instructed" "Both of the husband and wife?" "Yes boss" The caller replied with respect over the phone, and the call ended.

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"

I moved my eyes to my phone lighting up from my bedside dresser and realized that it was my phone. My phone was ringing. It was my phone the entire time and wondered who would have called me this late. I paused and listened to the unfamiliar song again and realized that it was… not my ringtone. I don't even know this song in the first place. Wait, there must be some mistake. I reached for my phone and suddenly saw an unregistered number calling me. My eyes widened a little bit more and vanished my sleepiness away as I stare at the phone number, +14288297799.

Unfortunately, its back cover was completely ruined. Ring, ring, ring. The rapid rings of the phone were heard. It was clear that the private customer service could not get through, but they did not give up. Yvonne handed the phone to Harvey in a respectful manner. Harvey didn’t spare a glance at it, and instead tossed the phone to the chief manager. The chief manager instinctively caught the phone and looked at it. The next moment, he felt his legs turn wobbly. A string of number sevens could be seen. The chief manager immediately recognized this number when he saw the area code in front of the numbers as well. This was the private customer service line for the Commercial Bank of Niumhi.

I'll be right back with the money. *** Tristan's phone starts to ring. Tristan had repeatedly refused the call because the incoming number was unknown. Tristan would never answer a call from an unknown number. As a result, he intends to block the cell phone number immediately. Tristan was then discouraged when a message from that number displayed on his cellphone screen. (This is Camilla, and I'd want to speak for a moment.) As he read Camilla's note, Tristan gave a mocking smirk. He believed that his prediction was correct since the small girl would eventually accept his offer.

The same phone that had connected her to a stranger with a voice too calm, too confident, too dangerous. Arielle stared at the screen like it might suddenly come alive. “What are you?” she murmured. Outside, the city was slowly waking up. Faint traffic hummed somewhere beyond her apartment building, and a pale gray light crept through the curtains. She hadn’t moved in hours. Finally, she reached for the phone. Her fingers hesitated over the screen before unlocking it. The call history stared back at her. One number. No name. No information. Just ten digits.

Finally, my eyes got heavier and I was beginning to drift off to sleep, then my phone started to ring. My heart leaped hoping it would be Kaden but when I picked up my phone, it was an unknown number. Who would be calling me at this hour? I furrowed my brows as I answered. Immediately, a robotic voice sounded from the other end. "This call is from an inmate at August correctional centre. This call is subject to monitoring and recording. Inmate, Peter Hastings would like to accept the charges for this collect call. To accept the charges, press 1. To refuse the call, hang up or press 2."