Number Phobia の小説・ストーリー

Kim felt like laying down on the sofa to complete his dream but right before he was about to sleep, there was a call from someone. He could feel the phone vibrate on his pocket. DI DI DI DI “Hmmm, unknown number?” He thought looking at the phone number that as calling him. He had never seen the number and only a fair number of people use real private account. The call continued to ring and this time, looking at the number, he felt he had to be a bit conscious as anything could happen. “Might be a pervert, but it doesn’t hurt to listen.” He nodded to himself and decided to pick up the call any way.

It’s strange to have a traumatic event she couldn’t recall. It’s even stranger to have a crippling phobia and not know why. For as long as she could remember, she has been terrified of the dark. It was so bad that her parents took her to a psychologist, where she was diagnosed with PTSD and trauma-related Nyctophobia with panic-induced cognitive impairment. AKA She freaked the fuck out like a cat who got their tail caught in a mouse trap when she was in the dark.

They look at me while shaking their heads but didn't push me to call him anymore. .................................................................................... It's been three days since the night at the club where I had met Xavier, and I'm still contemplating whether or not I should call him. I stare at the card he gave me, pick up my phone and enter the number, but I never go through with it because of how nervous I am. I'm afraid of whether or not he will answer or if he would remember me or just downright say he didn't give me his number.

He stand up and waiting for me to stand as well. “Lou, I am not hungry” I lied. Actually, I have a cashier fright. I was embarrassed before because of stuttering in the cashier and I think that’s my phobia now. “Don’t tell me are you scared?” and he smirked at me devilishly. “N-no!” I replied immediately and stand up while my legs are shaking. What the heck.

SOPHIA'S POV I grabbed my phone from the drawer where I usually kept it and placed a call to Phelan. "Hello." I said as soon as the call connected. "May I ask why you're calling me?" Phelan drawled. His voice seemingly uninterested "I think we might have a problem." I stated. I knew as soon as he he had this, every nerve in him would become alert. "What problem?" He jolted up. His voice was huskier now.

Two, because of the damn phobia. Joseph: Oh! Ok. I'll take note. But you should really write a list of things that I can't do to/with you because of your problem.🥺 I chuckled as I read his text once again. Furthermore, he chose the right emoji for the right time. Me: Hmm, let me think. I don't think you need a list. I already told you the things you can't do to me because of the phobia.🧐 Joseph: You know we should really not call it a phobia. It should be a nickname. Like chocolate or Spider-Man. What do you think?🤩

Slowly, I pulled it open and inside sat a phone. It wasn't mine, that I could tell. This one was small, black and cheap. Definitely a burner phone. The reasonable choice was to not touch it, but before I could make a move, the screen lit up again. UNKNOWN NUMBER. My hands started shaking before I even touched it. I should’ve left it alone, I knew that, but fear and dread crawled through me stronger than logic ever could. I answered. For one horrible second, all I heard was silence, then…

Elliot smiled as he continued to browse through the books making ourselves comfortable as I went over the book and he still adds more books to the pile. “Sometimes I doubt myself if I have haphephobia. Like, I really don't like being touched and it does make me sick if it's too much, but then I feel like it's just what comes when having panic attacks. There is also my depression and anxiety....” I said quietly for us to hear. “Like it's just so much that it makes me feel like I’m just a label to all these disorders.”

He asks. I just said pass code didn't I? "Pass code" I still answer, waiting for him try to get numbers that didn't exist. "Four four five" He says. Wait, isn't that what my phone number ends with? "Nope" Obviously, I'm not that stupid to use that as a pass code "Six zero five" He tries again and I'm certain this person knows us because that is what Nico's phone number ends with. Well obviously he knows us. That's why he is here.

I snatched my purse in a hurried attempt and jumped to my feet in an instant to excitedly exit the room. "Maybe Lucas is burning with irritation now because of waiting. He might also change his mind and suddenly cancel our dinner together. It's a waste of time when that happens." When I glanced down at my mobile device just as I was ready to close the door of the room, I noticed that the screen had begun to blink in preparation for a call. I did not flinch while staring at my mobile screen. Since it was an unregistered number, I couldn't help but feel anxious. It seems that I have developed a fear of such unregistered numbers making unexpected phone calls. It's also a good thing I switched o