Number Phobia Novels & Stories

Please let that have been a dream. Slowly — cautiously — she reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered above the screen. If the call log wasn’t there, she would never drink again. She unlocked it. Recent Calls. Unknown Number. 12 minutes. Her heart started beating louder. She tapped it, half expecting more. There wasn’t. No follow-up call. No messages. No missed attempts. Nothing. The absence sat heavier than anything else could have. If he was weird, wouldn’t he have texted? If he was curious, wouldn’t he have tried again?

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.

Saying that, he left. Britney comfortably closed her eyes... Closing the door to the bathroom, Manuel casually draped a bathrobe over himself. Just as I tied a knot around my waist, the phone suddenly rang at that moment... Manuel looked down and saw Britney's phone screen flickering, displaying a series of Arabic numerals. The phoenix's eyes narrowed. He has always been sensitive to numbers... Just like before, when he investigated someone's information, it was not difficult for him to remember whose phone number it was.

I think that's the rule number one for me, distract yourself as much as you can. Chase huffed, "I was asking why did you suddenly phoned me. That's so unusual of you." Oh, right. I don't really call. I hate calling, actually. I prefer to text since I can word my thoughts out better. My social anxiety also nudges me whenever I'm on call. Like, what if my voice suddenly turns into I don't know, something that sounds like a frog? An insect? A cockroach?

I didn’t notice she got near me while I was too busy checking for that mysterious guy. I felt my phone ringing and saw that it was an unregistered number. Only a few people know my phone number and this makes me feel uneasy. It’s either someone I know or someone who got my number somewhere. “Hello?” I asked in my regular happy voice but there was no answer. “Hello?” I asked again but still no answer. “I’ll report your number for scamming and harassment if you won’t answer.” “Rayne…” “R-Ray?” I stuttered upon hearing his voice.

The unknown person's face was hidden in the dark, with the hoodie, doing justice to it. The unknown figure looks around, before engaging with someone in the phone. "Any news about what's going on in that clan?" The voice from the phone asked. The voice of the person from the other side of the phone could be identified; it was the voice of a man. Probably in his late 50s. "Yes" The figure wearing the black big hoodie said. "Which is?" The man from the phone asked. "Axton is Pyrophobia, he's phobia with fire, even the slightest bit of fire can scare him" The voice of the person wearing the hoodie said.

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…

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

🇺🇲 Phoenix 🇺🇲 "THE number cannot be reached… the number cannot be reached… the number cannot be reached", Raghav listened to the service provider on his phone repeated and repeated as he laid on the bed that fateful morning, he cussed and sat up. What could be the problem? This has been the reports from the service provider since yester night as he tried Rina's contact without stop.

In an isolated hallway—he is stepping up to the nursing station to bring the requested medicines. As of the moment, his phone is vibrating. He blinks twice because no one knows his number except his Mom and Grandmother. His body is trembling in fear. . . fear that he never felt this time around. He breathes deep and exhales loudly. He pulls out his phone from the pocket, and his eyes widen when he reads a message from an unknown number. From: Unknown [Hello, would you like to join my newly launched application named CAM?] His head is confused and full of uncertainty. His hands are shaking when he doesn't know what to reply.