Customizable Prank Call Novels & Stories

“I am the one you summoned. It was me yesterday and also the other night.” “Shut up!” I had the urge to slap him but stopped. It was a sick prank, and I was about to punish those behind it with no mercy. “I am about to call the police on you right now for breaking into my house. You are demented to accept pay for a silly prank like this. Did modeling agencies didn’t pay you at all?” I stormed to my bedroom to grab my phone. After dialing the police’s number, I flipped my screen to show him. “Look. I am calling them. You better confess or explain this to the cops. Your choice.”

I roared. “You called at the wrong fucking time to play schoolboy pranks.” My words came out as a low, dangerous growl. “You think pretending that you’re mysterious makes you tough? You’ve got no idea who you’re poking. You’ve poked the wrong man.” I leaned into the phone like I could squeeze the voice down the line. “You better walk away right now. Drop that dumb idea in your head. Leave before I personally teach you a lesson you’ll remember for the rest of your worthless life.”

They might damage some books and other items here if they continue to act immature! I was about to go near them an drag them out of the store, but I stopped when I heard my phone rang inside my blazer's pocket. I quickly fished out my phone and looked at what it was, and my brows formed a single line when I saw a miscall from an unregistered number. Who's this? Is this another one of those prank calls where they ask for personal informations and bank accounts? I was about to turn my phone off when a text message from the same number popped into my notifications. My brows furrowed even more.

He gave Sean one of the watering cans and I handed him my phone. “Is this the first call you've had from this number?” Sean asked. “Yeah but another number did call me just before I stepped out. I was going to tell Easton about it later.” “You can still tell the boss,” He handed my phone back to me. “It looks like you're right, it's probably a prank call.” I sighed. “I don't see what people gain from it.” “Humans are weird like that ma’am.” Unfortunately, he was correct.

She explains. “Call him, call him, call him.” We all chant. “Fine,” She sighs, picking up her phone and calling him. She hands me the phone and I think of a way to scare him. He declined the call immediately and I call back again. “What?” He asks, frustrated. His accent was honestly to die for. “Landon, we've got the body. Where do you want us to dumb it?” I ask him in a make voice. “Carlota, that's a nice try, trying to prank call me. Did you ask your friends to do it for you?” He asks, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Okay… well, this is Rapunzel calling from the mystical tower. How may I grant your wishes?” “Huh? I just told you who I am,” the caller replied, irritation flaring in her tone. I was less concerned, already reaching for the hang-up button, when a notification popped up: “The caller is requesting a video call,” I read aloud. My eyebrows shot up. This had to be a prank. I mean, come on—it’s L.A. And who calls from a private number about a job offer? Curiosity got the better of me. I pressed accept.

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]

“What and who are you?” She asked observing that the caller had a private ID. “Is this Callie?” “No! It's not!” Emily almost yelled. “Sorry, wrong number, I’m really sorry, whoever this is. It's a prank call for someone else, sorry once again” replied the caller. “Yeah, how about you silly kids be a bit more careful about the number you dial next time!” Emily rasped with annoyance before ending the call rapidly. And heaving a sigh of relief.

My hands are shaking as I swipe to accept. "You have a call from an inmate at a correctional facility. This call is being recorded and monitored. To accept this call, press 1. To decline, hang up." "Hello," I hesitate, my voice barely a whisper. "Hey Doodle." "Dad?"

[For your 100th prank, I'll risk my life to play along! My phone exploded with calls and messages. The ZX9217 crash was complete.