Cursed Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

They even gave me a bunch of money. Riffen started having the sneaking suspicion that the people who had kidnapped Doris were not simple and had nothing to do with the events that occurred this morning. Riffen persisted with his questioning: - So where did they contact you? Zane immediately replied: - Phone. Vidor immediately extracted his phone from his pocket as soon as he heard it, and he started looking for the number on it. In the call log, the phone number that has been called the most frequently is also the one that has been used the longest. Vidor soon dug up the owner, and it found out that this particular garbage sim was a scam, despite the fact that it was canceled immediately aft

It was Carolina's number so why wasn't her phone ringing? “What did you do?” I growled. She gave me a look. “Let me voice out my number to you. You might check the number you just called.” I have already done that. It was her number. “Four six two nine… .” Carolina started and my eyes averted on my phone screen to match the number she spoke. The moment she said the number six, my eyes zeroed at the last two digits. Carolina's number ended with five nine, while this number ended with six nine. It couldn't be. Have I calculated wrong? But when I called this number, I heard her voice. My mind was buzzing with confusion.

Yes child ", she said giving me the phone. I stared her. 'Child'? Who dared call a superstar and a celebrity like me child? I sighed and took the phone from her. I tried mom's number severally but it kept telling me the number doesn't exist, then I tried Maxxy's own and it was the same. The fault might be from the woman's phone so I returned it and turned to another person. "Can I use your phone? " "Of course" I tried the numbers and it kept telling me the numbers doesn't exist. I kept borrowing phones till the 5th person I decided to try my own number and guess what?, it doesn't exist too.

Is he really saying- "It's not just from one phone, Ares. There were multiple texts coming in as soon as you handed over the phone. There is 7 numbers. 5 of them I was able to track down. It's not going to come as much of a shock to know that they were some of you throw-aways," he sneers. "Their names are right there! If I were you, I'd take care of the problem soon!" I nod my head. I will get right on that.

𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲. 0034-123-4676 ‘This has got to be a joke'.He scoffed but still tucked the note into his breast pocket.

Holding the phone in my hand it Began to vibrate again but this time with an unknown number. After a while of contemplating whether or not I should pick the call the vibrating ends and a new load of text message comes pouring in form the unknown number. +1 984-369-7779: hey its me Hugo +1 984-369-7779: Hazel gave me your number so I could check on you. +1 984-369-7779: I soo desperately wanted to go after you, to be with you and comfort you but Hazel wouldn't let me.

I'm breastfeeding Nico when my phone beeped. It was a message from an unknown number. ... from: +639********* Hi! Are you free today? Can we talk? I just want to talk to you, if you're available. :) ... from: +639********* It's Caleb, by the way. :) ... Oh, so he changed his number? I see. ... from: +639********* I just borrowed a phone from a friend, in case you wonder. Haha.

Allen to head out of the car first as soon as we reached the mansion. “The number you have dialed is incorrect. Please, check the number, and dial again!” “What the fuck?” I blurted as I checked the number myself to check if I dialed the wrong one. There’s no way I could be mistaken when I dialed the number straight from the inbox who sent me the video. “The number you have dialed is incorrect. Please, check the number, and dial again!” “Damn it!” Could no longer hold onto my frustration; the phone was about to bend sideways as I clenched it in my hand, carrying a big mystery in my head: how come the number was already unreachable?

The salad was wilted. I took a deep breath and picked up my phone. The screen glowed in the cafeteria's dim light. My fingers trembled as I searched through the list of blocked numbers. There were several. Telemarketers. Former colleagues. An ex-boyfriend who couldn't accept the end. And the number I was looking for. I pressed the name. I called. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. "Yes?", the voice answered, sweet, fake, sugary like rotten honey.

But the evidence was undeniable. They were gone. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed Celine's number. The automated message that greeted me felt like a dagger to the heart: "The number you have dialed is no longer in service." I tried again, desperate hope making me believe I'd misdialed. Same message. Again. And again. "Fuck!" I roared, hurling the phone against the wall with all my strength. It exploded into pieces, the sound of its destruction echoing my own shattered heart.