Cursed Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

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 high hopes died eventually when she heard ' the number you've dialled is no longer in the service ' ' Why it's not in the service? ' the woman frowned and dialled again and again but to her dismay, no miracle happened and sadly she got the same response on every dial. Being helpless she felt like crying and eventually she cried. Hearing her cries both the nurse and the guy panicked as they saw her going crazy. " Why is this number not in service? Why!!! " the woman yelled trashing her hands in the air meanwhile the nurse hugged her and hide her head in her stomach while saying " Shh! Calm down big siso! It's alright if this number is not in service. Maybe due to some unknown reason that

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

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.

She has no time for that annoying brat! After reading and reviewing her role in the movie, her phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar phone number, again. Why is that there are so many unregistered numbers calling me these days? Where did they get my number? Nevertheless, Maezhei was worried that it might be like what happened to her handsome grandpa, so she instantly picked up the call. "Miss Maezhei, I need your help!!" The familiar voice shouted on the other line. "Hello, you are...?" Maezhei asked.

Does she have a loose screw or something? Indeed, Sahara's audacity surpassed Teresa's expectations of her. She said threateningly, "Are you sure that Miss Adams and her husband's cell phones are genuine, Teresa? Also, is Mr. Clemon the global spokesperson for Jordan Phone? My friend, Lucile, has shown me the designs before, I'm certain that their cell phones aren't the Jordan Phone 7, and Nathan isn't the global spokesperson at all!" Teresa stared at Sahara dazedly for two seconds before she finally realized what was going on. She was dropping Lucile's name, forcing Teresa to withdraw her previous remark on the spot.

However, the phone still didn’t get connected and the mechanical voice came from the phone… “Hello, the person you are calling is currently unavailable…” “Damn!” Mr. Cater cursed and threw the phone on the ground with a bang. “This damn woman! How dare she does not answer my call!” He cursed. Seeing this, I frowned. Then, I picked up the phone, whipped out the SIM card, and replaced it with another phone. This is the fifth phone that Mr. Cater had broken this month. “No wonder people say that the rich can do whatever they want,” I thought inwardly. “Coral, notify the financial market to block Walter Group…”