Number Phobia 소설 & 이야기

I threatened loosing my patience. I heard a low chuckle from the other side of the phone, followed my a small cough. " You don't have to be so fierce honey, I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice, you deleted my number?". My eyes widened and I immediately removed the phone from my ears to check the number again. 768... The number ended in 768. The only number I knew what had 768 as it's ending was... was David's number. My hands holding my phone trembled as I brought it to my ears again.

🇺🇲 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.

I walked toward the bed slowly before picking it up carefully, my fingers brushing over the numbers. Then I frowned slightly. “This number is different…” In my past life, this wasn't the number he used most often. Did he change it? Or maybe… This was a private number he rarely gave to people. My heart began beating wildly. I quickly sat down on the bed and added the contact to my phone. For a few seconds, I just stared at the screen. Then panic hit me. What was I even supposed to say? I bit my lower lip nervously. Should I text him?

I mumbled to myself. I stared at the phone for more than a minute before my trembling hand managed to pick his number from my extremely short list of contacts. I made the call. Hearing the waiting signals was tormenting. I was taking long breaths, trying to exhale them slowly, but it didn't ease my anxiety. He didn't answer. A heartbeat later, I called again… and then again. I might have been irrational and too demanding, but I thought that I was going to fall apart if I didn't hear his voice. I gave up after the twelfth unanswered call. I wrote a text instead.

So not getting Mo Jia was a big blow to his typical man's ego. And after listening to what Mo Jia said about him, he was further infuriated.But he didn't reply because he knows that it will not be good if he offends Mo Yuhan any further. Mo Zihan straightened his back as he turned to look at Mo Yuhan as he said "Bro, Kara suffers from the typical Haphephobia.She never likes being touched by men.As much as I know her, I think that till now, she has only touched her grandfather, brother, me and you.If anyone else touches her, she feels hyperventilated, choking sensations, chest pain and often heart palpitations too.If it is triggered, it can often be life threatening."

I just shrugged my shoulder and said, “Reading a lot really helps. Try it.” He smiled and shook his head. “No, thanks.” I smiled. “Overall, fear of public speaking, heights and bugs are the biggest phobia. That’s in America. Twenty-five percent says they fear speaking in front of the crowd.” “Oh,” Pino chuckled. “Even me. I always fear public speaking,” he said, scratching his head. “Clowns are officially scarier than ghosts, but zombies are scarier than both,” I added as I barely laughed. “Yeah right? Zombies, my ass,” he smirked. “Well, Levi... how does... um...”

The phone was dead. My hands shook as I placed the phone carefully on the desk. Nicholas, seeing my face, sprang up immediately. "What is it?" I breathed slowly. "Someone called. They said… the threat isn't quite over yet." Nicholas' face went polar cold. "Give me the number." .I shook my head. "It was private."

I couldn't even think of a thought for long, I felt my legs buckling and my knees giving out as a strange feeling spread over me. The next minute, I found myself hurrying to get my phone. My fingers trembled over the contact list as I quickly dialed her number. But guess what? Her number wasn't connecting. I couldn't help but to dial again, and again, and then again, still the same thing. It went straight to voicemail. That alone made a sudden intense surge of overwhelming fear peek through all over me.

What does he fucking want? "What?" I answered. I heard a chuckle through the phone. *I'm gonna be late for school today. I'm going to the hospital to see my therapist* he said. Daniel is not okay. He has a phobia. Sometimes, I wonder how a person like him could get scared. But he is. His parents aren't aware of it. They're not based here anymore. He lives alone and that's his problem. "Hmm, okay. I'll see you later," I said.