Hotline Prank Novels & Stories

What was going on? My grip tightened around the phone as if holding it harder would force the numbers to change. But they didn’t. They stayed there, unmoving, unchanging. A shaky laugh escaped my lips, breathless and in disbelief. “This… this doesn’t make sense.” I said, shaking my head. My coworkers exchanged looks among themselves. “Is this some sort of prank, guys? If it is, it is really sick.” I added, hoping one of them would spill that they were pranking me.

It's from an unlisted number. "Have you opened the package yet?"

"If she could order someone to sexually assault her colleague, I'm sure she would also commit tax evasion. She's so close with Yolanda and might even be involved in abusing drugs! No, I've got to report it." She changed her posture and squatted down as she typed on her phone, asking, "What's the hotline for reporting tax evasion again?" "12366," Vermont replied, feeling shocked and scared as he watched her step on the tree branch that was close to snapping. Then, he quickly urged, "Get down first if you're going to call them. It's not safe up there." "Sure, sure!" Felicity spoke while entering the number on her phone. Just as she was about to dial it, she heard a cracking sound beneath her f

’If this is a prank call, I will sue under Law 540 of Charter 323―’ Thankfully, there was no need for Amelia to resort to suing, as Horace Hawthorne’s reedy voice came from the other end of the line. "Amelia? Are you there?"

She nodded and left his cabin. “Well that explains a lot of things but it doesn't change anything. ” She thought. She had just arrived in her cubicle when her phone buzzed. It was a private number. "You should have taken the cab yesterday." A voice said. "Excuse me? I guess you have the wrong number." "I have the right number, Aarya Mathur. The countdown begins!" She cut the call shaking. Whoever was making these prank calls. He had crossed the line. "Perhaps I should go to the police." She thought. To be continued...

“What are you talking about?” Terence tossed his phone at me. “Quit playing dumb.” I took the phone and saw a post made at midnight: [Please Do Not Prank Call the Emergency Hotline.] The entire post was written from ‘my’ point of view, complaining about how Sadie deliberately stayed silent on call to wrongfully occupy the emergency hotline. It was an emotional post, and it was trending thanks to furious netizens reposting it and filling the comments section with comments taking ‘my’ side. Some netizens even found Sadie’s personal information and doxxed her address.

Unknown Caller Arielle didn’t remember pressing the call button. She only remembered staring at the empty space where Daniel’s number used to be saved… and then deciding she didn’t need it. She knew it. Her fingers moved on instinct. Nine digits. Her heart thudded violently in her chest as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times— It clicked. Arielle straightened on the bar stool, suddenly breathless. “Hello.” That voice. Deep. Smooth. Controlled.

Right on cue, his assistant popped the car trunk and came back with a huge gift bag. Inside? Premium chocolates, and lots of them. "Dang," someone whispered. "Just this must've cost a ton." "He's so put-together, and she's gorgeous. Total power couple." "She wasn't lying. Who's the clown that called her a side piece?" The crowd turned, no longer here for the drama—now they wanted answers. Bruce saw it coming and bolted, which only made him more obvious. "That guy!" someone shouted. "He called the bride a side piece on their marriage registration day! Nearly caused a huge mess!"

Goose pimples broke out on my skin and I became suddenly scared. "Oga, abeg dem don kidnap madam, make you try come save am. Them go kill am, make you hurry." (Sir, your mother has been kidnapped. They want to kill her, hurry). And the line went dead. Wait, what? Did I just hear correctly? I called the number again, but it was switched off. Is this some kind of sick joke? Who the hell would want to play a prank on me this way? I called mother's number again with shaky hands --- over and over again, but this time, I kept getting the same response; switched off!

She patted my hand and reassured, "A situation like this is typically a child trafficking case. We will do our best to search for her. Her life will not be in danger." I shook my head; hopelessness filled my heart. I was about to respond when my phone rang out. It was a call from the unknown number from three years in the future. I answered it immediately, but the sound from the other end of the call was choppy, and the person's voice was muffled. "Hurry up and check the surveillance footage… The culprit is… Document—" "Dezarae? Dezarae?" I called out loudly, but the call cut off once again. Those who were present appeared to be in dismay when they heard me shouting my own name.