Funny Prank Calls Novels & Stories

Though he had constantly reminded me about it, I always ended up forgetting, saying I'd call him later. Having my dad’s number stuck in my brain, I dialed it, and it rang a few times before he answered. "Hello. Who is this?" he asked, and I chuckled. Feeling bored, I decided to prank my dad a little to see what his reaction would be. "Hello. Are we speaking to Mr. Jacob Sanders?" I asked in a tone he won't recognize. "Yes, this is he. Who are you?" he asked. I suppressed my laughter so he wouldn't catch me in the act.

“Look, if this is some kind of joke…” The call disconnected, just like it had that morning. I stared at the phone, unease creeping into my chest. “Prank call?” Claire asked, frowning. “Probably,” I said, trying to sound casual, “Just weird.” “Weird is an understatement.” She said, shaking her head, “If it happens again, maybe block the number.” “Yeah, I’ll do that.” I said, though I wasn’t entirely convinced that would be the end of it.

Kim was looking at her, she was also waiting for that person's response. But as expected, no one spoke again when Mina answered. 'You are getting on my nerves!' Mina flared up. She ended the call. Ms. Kim got her phone back and let Mina sit down again. She made her drink, she knew she got annoyed. "How many times that person has called you?" Ms. Kim asked. "Twice." Ms. Kim patted her on her back. "I think that person is just one of those pranksters. So, just ignore him."

Scrunching up my nose I decline the call, “Hey Brian, would you do me a favour and trace a call? Preferably when we get to the townhouse, I'd like to see where it is coming from.” Brian looks at me in the rearview mirror as he grunts, his facial expression remaining the same as he looks back at the road. Looking through social media, I scroll through my phone until the unknown number calls again. Mentally groaning I answer the call again but I answer in a more frustrated tone, “Shey hello?” There's nothing on the other end again, just total silence. “Whoever this is, just know that I am not amused! Prank call someone else!” I huff into the speaker but all I hear is someone breathing on the o

It may be a blessing ni disguise that I can actually make a revenge on those very mean people. Just as I was thinking of those people, my phone suddenly rang. I got the phone out of my bag thinking it must be Provi. However, I noticed it was an unregistered number. I don;t usually like talking to strangers and I don't like this kind of prank from my friends. I pressed the END CALL button. After placing the phone on the table top, it rang again. At the back of my mind, if this person thinks that it's important, he or she should send me a message. Beeeep. Pick up the good da** call!

I frowned when I saw the unknown number calling my phone. “H-Hello?” answer on the other line. There was silence for a few seconds. I'm annoyed because it doesn't even answer the line, I've said hello several times, still nothing. "HELLO? IS THIS A PRANK CALL? IF IT'S A PRANK CALL FIND YOUR MATRITRAPAN! I DON'T-” I was cut off when the person on the other line spoke. I was horrified to hear his familiar voice. My blood warmed immediately because of his laughter.

Reynold chuckled on the line. "Reynold? Wait, Reynold?" Iryna repeated. Reynold Spencer, the hot CEO who she had nearly kissed in a car at the front of her house on a steamy night had called her. "Why are you repeating my name? Is something wrong?" He asked. "No, I am just surprised. You see, I have been having a series of prank calls this week so I have been on edge lately," Iryna said. "Then let me be your knight in shining armour that receives your calls. That way, you will be at ease," Reynold suggested.

"I say. He bites his lower lip and pushes his hair back His phone beeps and he picks it up. He reads the message. "It's either you give me one million rands or I spill the beans" His eyes popped out with his hand shaking.The phone almost fell out of his hand. "Are you okay?"I ask. He nods yes smiling. "Its just a silly prank from Marcia. I just remembered she is pranking me,"he says. "Okay what is she pranking you about?"I ask. "Its nothing that will interest you. Something silly that happened when we were still growing up,"he says. The door bell rings. We both jumped frightened.

What if it's dad or any of my relatives with a new phone number, right? "Hello?" No one responded or greeted me back, which made me pissed. Is this a prank? "Hello?!" with a touch of anger. "Hey, you from the other line! If you're bored and wanna make fun of me, well guess what?! I'm totally messed up right now and you're making me irritated! For your information, I don't have time for a caller that doesn't know how to speak. Well, you can enroll back in your kindergarten and practice your communication skills. Goodbye!—"

And the same voice—the exact same voice—said, "You've got the wrong number." Before I could respond, he added: "Stop calling." Then silence. I put the phone down on my desk. My hands were shaking. Three different homes. Three different families. But one voice. The same voice. Not similar. Identical. The same rhythm, the same slight rasp at the end of each sentence, the same way of saying "wrong number" as if he was amused by something I couldn't hear. I sat there for a long time, trying to convince myself it was a prank. Maybe they'd planned it together. Maybe they'd gotten one of their boyfriends to answer all three phones. That was possible, wasn't it?