Cursed Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

She glanced at the screen— it was a strange sequence of numbers she didn't recognize. "Hello, this is Phoebe speaking. Who is this?" she asked politely. "Phoebe, it's me," a deep, raspy voice came through the phone, full of joy and excitement. At first, Phoebe didn't register who it was, but when she heard the distinct French accent, it clicked. "Mr. Curitis..." She hadn't expected him to call, which explained the strange number. "Phoebe, what happened? Did something go wrong? I was traveling for business and left my phone behind the day you called, so I didn't see your message," Curitis explained. Her phone had been off for a while, and he had assumed she was upset with him.

He accepted it and looked through it. Faith had highlighted a number on each page. It was the same number, “I checked through dad’s phone records as far as a few months before the incident,” She stiffly added, “He almost daily called this number,” She pointed her finger towards the document, “But whoever it was never answered. There is not one incoming call from this number but eighty-seven outgoing calls – not one of them was answered.” She said.

Couldn't think. Couldn't— My phone was suddenly in my hand. I didn't even remember picking it up. I was already dialling. The number burned into my memory after a year. I pressed the phone to my ear. Come on. Come on, Valentina. Answer. We can fix this. We'll talk. We'll renegotiate the damn contract. Just answer the fucking phone. The call connected. Then a mechanical voice filled my ear. "The number you have dialled is no longer in service." I went completely still. "The number you have dialled is no longer in service." The voice repeated. The line disconnected.

His line was busy when I called again. "Damn it!!" I cursed as I dropped the phone on the table. Immediately I dropped the phone, it beeped. I picked it up anxiously, expecting a message from Alpha Adrian. I picked up my phone and unlocked it to see a message from an unknown number. I quickly dropped the phone when I saw the message. I widened my eyes and dropped my phone. I wiped my eyes and stared at the message again. I wondered who was messing with me this way. I thought the letter was a joke, but this?

“Those guys have been underwater for days, if not a week. There’s no way in hell that any of their phones are still – ” Suddenly there was a ringing sound from one of the dead bodies. Everyone turned around in shock. “Find it, get it out!” Morse yelled. The nearest tech reached in the driver’s jacket pocket and fished out a phone. It was covered in a sturdy plastic case – one of those water-resistant ones. Not only that, but it was double-sized, like it had an extra-large battery. Morse grabbed the cell and looked at the screen. “It’s a 212 number, and not one in the victim’s contact list – no name. Hello?” he said, answering the call.

I was eagerly waiting for my secretary to send the message to me so I could check it. "Who do you think it is?" Ben asked, looking at my phone before looking at me. "I can't tell honestly, if the person really wasn't registered under my business number then it's not a client, I have this inkling that it would belong to that crazy ass fucker who gave me the creepy call when We were at the event," I placed my guess. I scrolled through my phone to check the number they used and it was definitely a flacko number, the number was a waste. It was one of those lines that people bought to use and stalk their ex before they could do anything else and then dispose or burn it off.

All my hope went out the window at the latter statement. “I’m on my way. Don't leave the call” I said as I walked out of my office completely ignoring my surroundings. In a few minutes, I was in Chris’s base, where he operated. “What's the problem Chris?” “We started with the telecoms. Even if the number is hidden, the provider can see it. But we found out that the call that came into your private phone came from a prepaid SIM. A burner phone to be precise” “So?” I was still confused about Chris’s jargon.

"Did you not hear me when I said that we don't have a specific number to call? Or has too much association with Fenris clouded your ears?" "You can call Kasa's number," Catori snapped back. "I think she might still have her phone on her. Just call the damn number and quit making noise." "Alright, that's okay, you two," Fenris said when he noticed the tension between them. "Catori, where did you drop your phone?" She told him where it was and he retrieved it. After some guidelines, Fenris found Kasa's number and dialled it. She didn't pick up the first time that they called but Catori said. "Call her again. Keep calling until someone picks yo the damn phone."

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.

I curse; it’s the same number from earlier, only this time, it’s a video call. This has happened before; a fan got hold of my number and requested a video call; when I picked it up, thinking it was my family, a group of people were on the other end. I hung up immediately, but the calls continued to pour in until I had to change my number. "God...what is it with unknown numbers." I mutter with a frown before turning off my phone; I’ll turn it on in an hour. Placing the wine on my lips, I savour the scent containing chocolaty undertones before sipping the red wine.