Number Phobia Novels & Stories

I stood frozen at a spot, could it be that they must have found me so soon, how could it be that they got my number, or could it be that I was being too paranoid, but I didn't give anyone my contact, that I was sure of, then how the hell was my phone still ringing, this is the third ring and am still unable to move, this isn't the time where I would say it could be anybody, because it is supposed to be nobody, nobody should be calling me. Finally gathering up the courage, I moved towards the phone with held breath, by this time the phone had already stopped ringing, I looked at the unknown number, which of course any call I get as of now is to be unknown, the phone again began to ring and I

Angelica My lips tremble as I take in rushed breaths, trying to get as much air as I can in my tight throat. Coming here was a mistake, but it’s not like I had a choice. This was the part of the night Nicolas warned me about. “Behave yourself tonight.” His words from earlier ring in my ears. It was short for ‘don’t embarrass me tonight.’ And I just did. The psychiatrist called it Enochlophobia, something I acquired when I was eight. And because Nicolas is who he is, he denied me help when I needed it—until it got worse.

I said, spouting the number from memory. Her gaze softened slightly. “How do you even remember that?” I forced a chuckle. “Photographic memory. Comes with the territory.” I said, but in truth, it was an art I'd mastered since I was never able to stay loyal, so I needed to master the numbers of my sneaky links and girlfriends without saving them on my phone and if they just happened to call why I was with my current girlfriend, I could tell her that it was someone I didn't know, a crazy person or a scam... The possibilities were endless and, in this case, life-saving.

Since this my number is not connected to my F******k account so I know he can't find me there, he now knows my name but there are hundreds of Rose on F******k. *I can track you down as well you know?* I said hoping to threaten him too. *This my number is not registered in any social platform so good luck with that* He replied and he was right, even true caller didn't show his name. Earlier tonight I was heartbroken now I am scared that my name will be sullied by the public, can I stand the disgrace, what will my religious mother think. *How will I trust you won't request for more after the one night* I texted.

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?

He looked at the ground, with guilt in his eyes. "Oh no, you are so not being guilty for something that happened more than ten years ago. I am so going to get you over your touch phobia." I said, my voice filled with determination. "I have been send to many physiatrist, and none of them could treat me, so how can you?" "Don't worry, Zac. I will get you over it." "I'm sorry, once again." He apologized. "It's okay. I am still alive." I give him a cheeky grin. Just then my phone vibrates. I pull it out and see a random number calling. "Please excuse me." With that I left the room and went into another. I pick up the call.

The engine roared to life, With trembling fingers, he reached for his mobile phone and dialed her number, his heart pounding with anticipation. But to his dismay, he received the same automated response: "The phone number you are trying to reach..." Frustration and paranoia gripped Steve as he declined the call and dialed her number again, only to be met with the same robotic message. The lack of response from the other side only fueled his anxiety, sending his thoughts spiraling into a frenzy of worry and fear.

In fact, she had dragged this matter for so long that her company had become anxious before she decided to get a new phone number. They had said that without a cell phone, how was she going to conduct business? How was she going to contact her customers? She was reprimanded and finally after procrastinating, she went to register for a new number. She could not tell them that she had developed a phone-ring phobia and so did not want to own a phone. In the end, she had a gastroenteritis attack and collapsed in the reception hall of the telecommunications business office. Arya felt very sorry.

Meanwhile, Max frowned in confusion when he saw an unknown number calling him. Who could it be? He rarely socializes. He doesn’t like small talk with others. It’s better to work than to do useless things. It’s no wonder his friends are limited, only a handful of people know his phone number. So when an unfamiliar number calls him, it’s understandable that Max would wonder, right? "Hello?" "Max?" "Yes, who am I speaking to?" Laughter sounded on the other side. Laughter that didn't seem unfamiliar, but Max still couldn't remember who was calling him at the moment. The factor of age made his memory decline.