Number Phobia Novels & Stories

There was also a number that could not be determined. She had developed some sort of phobia about unknown numbers as a direct result of what had occurred this afternoon. Despite this, she answered the phone when it rang. "Am I addressing Esme right now?" A gentle sound could be heard coming from the phone. "Yes? Is there a problem, if I may ask?" The voice was not one that we were familiar with.

That I could not fix myself. I unlocked the phone. My fingers trembled as they hovered over the keypad. I typed in the number from the card. Each digit felt like lifting a boulder. The number sat there on the screen. Glowing. Waiting. All I had to do was press the call button. But I could not. The fear was too great. What would I even say? How could I possibly put any of this into words? How could I explain the horror? The shame? The feeling that I was drowning in memories that would not let me go?

It only happened for a year but that year was the worst for her. Lavender shuddered at the thought of sleeping with any other man. She'd developed mild genophobia over the years. The thought of sex made her cringe. The loud and sharp ringing of her phone snapped her out of her thoughts. She blushed with embarrassment from the abnormal sound her phone was making. It was an old phone struggling to survive just like her. She pushed herself off the counter a little and reached into her pocket for the device. Savia's name was boldly written on the screen. She slid the green icon up and placed the phone to her ear. "Savvy, darling,"

I joked and proceeded to move towards the desk where my phone was placed. Once I got there, I stretched my fingers and gripped it. I turned on the screen and proceeded to enter the call app. I saw the D.P.O’s number yet the doubt gnawing at the pit of my chest just wouldn't let me dial it. I tried to shrug it off but like a second skin, it clung to me. After several tries, I gave up and finally failed the number with that same doubtful thought ringing repeatedly in my mind as a question popped up in my head.

My heart almost skipped as I sat down on the bed, cling to my towel why I waited to hear everything that he has to say cause whenever my father's voice is serious, just know he's about to deliver a bad news, I could still remember what happened years ago, I was in a gathering with my friend when my dad called and broke the news of my mother's death to me, it was so unexpected that it traumatized me, I stopped taking phone calls, it literally took a long time for me to heal again and start taking calls again cause back then I abstain from phone calls cause I grew a phobia to it, but thank goodness that I have now overgrown that phobia. I cleared my throat, chewing on one of my fingernails,

Everything I was scared of started to weigh down on me. My hands trembled violently as I dialled his number again. The call did not even ring this time. Instead, a cold electronic voice filled my ear. "The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later." For a second, I thought I had misheard it. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs as I pulled the phone away and stared at the screen. The phone was switched off. A wave of disbelief washed over me. Natasha hung up his phone. What right did she have? My head began to spin as the pain in my stomach twisted again, sharper than before.

He'd never been particular about mirrors but the interior decorators had felt having one there was an absolute necessity so they'd had a large one fixed in the bathroom whether he wanted one or not. Just then, his phone began to ring and for some awkward reason, the very sound of it made his hair stand on end. Strange, He thought. He was not expecting any calls tonight. Nick reached out for it, yet he hesitated. Eventually, he was peering down at his screen whilst his phone vibrated in his hand reminding him that he hadn't picked up the call yet. The number was not stored, yet something about its last five digits was oddly familiar. "20125…2…0…1…2…5…?" He mumbled. Who was this? Nicholas move

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.

He said after a quick glance “This is not going to work at all How many of these items are familiar to you so I can cross them off” I said turning the pamphlet to the front page “2,3,5,7,9,11,13,15,………” “Woah I am going to need a minute…….” I felt my phone beep “I think I have a better idea Give me a list of the ones that does not seem familiar to you” I hurriedly asked him looking for a way to get back to my phone “We have 1,4,6,10,12,14” He said and I pointed them all out

Nathan Nathan Michaelis had been swallowing several times to ease the discomfort he felt in his chest. He felt like dying, but at the same time, he’s still alive and well. The recurring vibration of his phone shook him from his taxing activity. “Hello?” Nathan answered, ignoring the caller’s ID. “Nathan.”