Cursed Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

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.

But before he could dial, his phone started flooding with spam. Nonstop. All men’s health clinics. Prostate treatment. Hemorrhoid specialists. Patrick’s face went from red to purple. He called the carrier in a fury. The rep promised to suspend messaging for a day to stop the flood. Ten minutes later, the same rep called back, voice trembling. “Sir, we’re… very sorry. The virus on your phone didn’t just block your number—it crashed our entire local system.” Patrick: “???”

I turned the screen towards him then raised a brow at him. "Are you not forgetting the fact that this phone number is no longer in my use? Remember, I threw the phone in the sea that day when I called my mom. My new number is saved with my pet name in your phone. It's saved as Sugarplum, not as Leyla Summers." I replied to him in a daj tone. He grabbed his phone again and looked at the screen. A frown appeared on his face as he was going through his phone. He looked disturbed while he was checking his list.

Was she just being paranoid? Still, Martin's phone rang halfway through, and Renee glanced at it to see that it was an unsaved number. It started with 158… and ended with 2288. Wasn't that the prefix for a Jormund number? "Sorry, Yvie, I'll talk to you later. I just got a call." Martin then passed Renee's phone back to her, while leaving with her own phone. Renee watched her leave, while feeling suspicious. 2288?

"Tsk, dumb bitch!" With that, the man hung up abruptly. Elizabeth redialed the number. "Hello, explain yourself. Who are you calling dumb? Hello?" "We're sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service…" Not in service? Elizabeth stood frozen in place. Only a few seconds had passed from the time that man hung up to the time she called back. Yet, the phone number had been deactivated in that short span of time. Who exactly was the man? And that drug…

Fuck Gabriel made me cum three times on the phone - That Man knows when and how to make me beg for more I shook my head and picked up my phone to set an alarm. I was about to toss my phone aside when I heard a buzzing sound I swiped up my message, my brow furrowing together as I met another unknown number. Again? Why are different strange numbers texting me today? I opened up the message, my brow creasing even more as I read out the message Unknown number: blocking me will do you no good, tell me why you are happily betraying your late best friend Remi by taking what was hers.

The handwriting on the label was careful and deliberate, the kind that doesn't look like its natural shape. They looked at each other. He opened it. Inside was a phone. Black, cheap, the kind you bought with cash and registered to nothing. Fully charged. One contact saved. The name read: C. And beneath the phone, folded once, a handwritten note on plain white paper. He held it so they could both read it. Call me on this phone only. Not your regular numbers. What I know can end all of this. I have records, dates, payments. Everything. I helped build what is being done to you and I want out.

" she panicked, but it was too late. The beeping sound from the phone shows that the call has been aborted. Unfortunately, her call for help has been cruelly rejected. not giving up, she called again but this time she was replayed by a robotic voice." the number you are trying to call is unreachable at the moment, please try again later." She looked back at the cemetery ,it was already dark and she could only hear cries of night birds. She opened her phone book and was left speechless. Should she call her second uncle? No, they're now in South Africa,so that was not an option.

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?