Cursed Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

Her charming brows however furrowed on seeing that it was an unrecognized number that had called and at the same time, she sighed in relief that the call wasn't from her editor. "A spam call?", She wondered out loud. This was because this was her private number and normally, those who called in to this number were all people she was familiar with and whose mobile numbers she had saved. She therefore found it quite unusual to receive a call from an unsaved number and could only conclude that it was a spam call. But... Nina hesitated slightly when she saw that the country code in front of the mobile number. It was the country code for F Nation where Selena was.

Just make sure she was okay. The number you have called is out of service at this time. “Shit.”

As for me, I was determined to reveal Julie's true nature to Jasper. As I was engrossed in my thoughts, I was startled by the abrupt beep of my mobile phone. When I looked at the screen, a message from an unidentified number made me feel a surge of fear: "You're going to pay for this, you bitch." My hands trembled as I attempted to return the call, but I received a notification that the number was invalid. The message was delivered through a disposable phone. This made me wonder, who was the person responsible for sending me such a threatening message?

Iori grumbled and Jun chuckled into his cup. Her phone decided to vibrate right then and Iori reflectively winced, Jun’s eyes hardened and he glanced where her phone was, “Still no luck with tracking down the culprit?” Jun asked “Nothing so far, The phone call wasn’t long enough and the tech team is going to need a bit longer to track them down since they seem to be using a burner phone,” Iori responded with a sigh. “Did you think about changing your number? You can leave your current number with someone else.”

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

I said before picking up my new phone and re-dialed her number. ‘Sorry, this number is unavailable’ an annoying female voice informed me before the line dropped. I punched in Marcellas number. ‘Sorry, the person you are calling cannot be reached at this moment’ the annoying voice came again before the line clicked off. “We will have to go back to Alberta’s sister, she probably heard from her” Alvarez said. “ maybe, but after the funeral tomorrow yeah?” I suggested. “Sure man. Then we may have to retake details of the lost girl from her since that phone had to be destroyed”

The next day, Calista had just completed a highly precise repair procedure and was preparing to get up to pour herself a glass of water when her phone rang. She glanced over and saw an unfamiliar number with a Capeton area code. "Hello." "Claude, it's me ..." Calista recognized Vivian's voice and promptly hung up, adding the number to her blacklist. Two minutes later, another call came in from an unknown number, and she knew it was Vivian without a doubt.

Countless unknown numbers were calling, and the moment I picked up, I was met with disgusting insults. “Corrupt boss, go die!” “Pay it back! Spit out the money you stole!” “Someone like you deserves to get run over by a car!” My messages filled up with curses and threats. Someone even photoshopped a memorial portrait of me and sent it with the caption: “This is the fate of a bloodsucker.” I switched my phone to silent and tossed it aside, then went straight to bed. After all, there was a serious battle waiting tomorrow.

"What did he say?" "'Lucia, do you still remember your father?' Then the call disconnected. I tried calling back but couldn't. The number was inactive. Like it never existed." Alexandro approached. "Where's your phone?" Lucia handed him her phone. Alexandro took it and opened the call log. It was true. There was one incoming call from an unknown number. No name. No history. Just a string of nonsensical digits. "I'll have the best IT team trace this number."