Cursed Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

The message only contained four digits—"1019" "What's this? What does this mean?" Vincent's brow was furrowed tightly, and he was puzzled. He glanced at the phone number, but he was sure that he didn't recognize it. Figuring it must have been sent to the wrong number by mistake, he tossed his phone aside and began browsing the Internet. However, before long, his phone began ringing. It was a call from the same unknown number. Vincent frowned and answered the call. "Hello, who's this?"

The fourth one ran away. Kenny’s jaw dropped to the floor. He paid good money for high-level security guards. He never would’ve imagined that one person would beat them like that. Smiling from ear to ear, pleased with Rudolph’s performance, Luke said, “it’s your turn now, Kenny.” Kenny stood in utter shock, unable to manifest a response as Rudolph approach him when suddenly, Rudolph’s phone vibrates. Rudolph does not delay checking his phone no matter what, because only Luke and Connor Von Aleister are able to contact him. After looking at his phone, he turned around and walked away from Kenny, who was frightened to his core awaiting to be mauled.

My phone screen lit up again, it was an unsaved number but I answered it regardless. “Nathaniel Blackwood on the line.” “f*uck!” I cursed.

I took out my phone with fake eagerness and dialed the number, praying it would go to a recording so I could be done with this. The phone rang once, twice, three times... and then a voice said: "The number you have dialed is not in service. Please check the number and try again." I tried to hide my relief as I turned to my mother with a disappointed look. "Mom, the number does not work," I said, putting frustration in my voice. "This Gabriel was supposed to call me, and he did not. Now when I try, his phone is not even connected. What kind of serious man has a phone number that does not work?"

She scopped her friend into her arms tapping her cheeks to wake her up but nothing worked. She slowly placed her on the floor and dahsed forward to take her phone. "Please pick up," she bit her nails nervously as she tried to call Martin but he wasn't picking the calls. "Please pick up the phone damn it!" She dialed his number again but the same thing. "Sh*t!" She cursed angrily and scrolled through the contacts to call Vincenzo but her phone died at that point. "Is today cursed?!" She exclaimed. She bit her lips hard to prevent the regret of not charging the phone earlier in the office.

He gave her mobile phone. She grabbed the mobile phone with trembling hands and started scrolling the numbers down only if there was a customer or a number. She dialed every passing moment, her breathing speed was increasing, and she knew how much Adam would punish her after knowing the truth. After a while, she randomly dialed a number which, unfortunately, was not in use. “Maybe his number is blocked now.” “Well, let's call any number of your choice from all the numbers saved on this mobile.” She was shocked after hearing him. All the numbers saved in the name were fake, even after thousands of attempts; she could not call a single number.

Estelle stared at her laptop screen, trying to focus on the open report in front of her. The graphs moved and the numbers shifted, but her thoughts wandered, especially since the news about Julius and Torres Industries had begun to dominate the headlines. The vibration of her phone on the side of the desk caught her attention. Glancing at it, she saw that an unfamiliar number was calling. The app that identified unknown numbers displayed a note that made her frown: 'Number not identified'.

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.

“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.