Number Phobia Novels & Stories

“ArggggggggggggggggHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Timothy despises his menacing grin in a total defeat. Disgust and frustration lies with his expression as he stares at us nearby the sycamore tree. I catch my breath and Claire helps me to stand in front of the tree. She faces me with both our hands reach each other. She looks me directly into my eyes. “You know…. I also have a phobia…..Anthropophobia (fear of rejection) I was about to court someone and I cannot tell her what I feel because I’m afraid that she will never love me back. “ Silence echoed the whole forest and I am so nervous and I feel a slight pain because I think she is fall in love with someone.

The day passed and it's time for veer to come beacause he have left home in early morning and now it's 8 pm. He hasn't replied her message "maybe he didn't saw it." she thought She hasn't check her phone in a while but when she did she is shocked because veer has called her 20 times and her phone is in silent mode. She cursed her stupidity she was about to call him back but suddenly the light goes off. She has Nyctophobia fear of darkness. Her heart started to beat rapidly. She can't find anything in the dark. She is sweating profusely. She called for the guards but no one came. She is not in a state to think anything else her fear is taking a toll on her

"Why these particular spots, Claire?" "It's a kind of Haphephobia, I guess. I don't really know." "I've studied body language, and, weirdly, I never came across anything about it." I fidgeted, sensing vulnerability in sharing this aspect of myself. "I don't go broadcasting it; it's just a thing I've handled since I was a little girl, you know?"

This is an unidentified number. My sweats grew larger and closed the call. That's it; I'm being haunted in a call too, like in the movie. I nervously bite my fingers and I can feel my eyes getting a little puffy. Please, god, I know it's not real, I know it's not damn real. Please. Please. I felt my phone vibrate and ringed again. I just look at it and breathing nervously. Should I answer it? Or no? Should I?

One call which did not have any number and it appeared as ‘Private Number’ on my screen and before I could attend, the call got disconnected. Before I could ponder about it, my phone rang again. My screen showed ‘private Number’ calling, and I wondered if I should attend this call or not. None of my contacts would call me by blocking their number which means its someone I don’t know. Uneasiness and nervousness took over my heart, making it beat erratically. I could not pick up the call as fear of unknown took hold of my emotions and the phone kept ringing. I have spoken with all my spies who are supposed to call me at this time, so it is definitely not one of them.

His hands shook as he pulled out his phone to try her number again, even though he knew it would go straight to voicemail just like the previous hundred attempts. The physical manifestation of his fear made him unable to sit down for more than a few seconds at a time. He would try to rest on a bench or lean against a wall, but within moments he was up and pacing again, his body refusing to accept stillness while Deborah was missing. His mind raced with increasingly horrific scenarios, each one worse than the last.

"because I never showed you this side of me, Aspan. N, is the most precious person of my life and the same goes with you. But we all hide something bad in our lives. You always took care of her, her trauma, her phobia. I request you one thing. Please take care of my N, she is a gem who enlightens anyone’s life but her own life is dark.'' Phoebe’s words stirred something in ASpan. “What is it Phoebe? just tell me, I will help her with all I have.” Phoebe laughed. “ She never told me anything apart from her parents. Her phobia is derived from everything that has happened in her life. I promised myself to protect her , she would never ask for anything but I know she needed someone in her life.

“You've been fidgety these days. Are you sure it's not a symptom of something? Should we go to see the doctor?“ It had taken a lot for me to convince him that I was just scared of delivery because of the delivery stories I’ve read. Just then, my phone rang out. I scowled at the unknown number, “Who is this?“ Probably one of those gossipers I gave my number to at the party. I hissed and dropped my phone. Immediately the call ended, my phone began to ring again. I glanced back at it with so much annoyance to find that it was the same number. “For fuck's sake!“ I gritted out as I swiped left. This person was relentless and determined to speak with me. When my phone rang out again, I snatched it

“What is it?” I showed her the phone. Her teasing expression vanished. “Do you recognize the number?” I shook my head. “No.” She thought for a moment. “Could be Nero.” The name landed heavier than I expected. I had not spoken to him in weeks. Not since everything shattered and reformed into something unrecognizable. “Or someone trying to scare you,” Phoebe added. I locked the phone. “Either way, it means someone wants me unsettled.” “And are you?” she asked gently.

PHOBIA Clara got tired of calling her friend, but the phone just went straight to voicemail. She was worried about her and went to sleep without any news from the girl. The next morning, her phone rang from an unknown number. She only answered because she thought something had happened to Lara, and her heart froze when Patricia introduced herself and apologised for having asked Megan for her contact. She informed her that Lara had shown up at her office. She didn't say how the meeting or consultation had gone since she couldn't, but she said she left her at home and well. She asked Clara to keep an eye out, save her contact, and call her if anything happened to the young woman.