Numbers To Never Call Novels & Stories

It was one of those lines that people bought to use and stalk their ex before they could do anything else and then dispose or burn it off. "Why didn't you try to trace the number that called you yesterday?" Ricky asked. "Because the number doesn't exist anymore. I'm not quite surprised on that account. It's a flacko number, they get destroyed just right after the user uses them an unrecoverable data format and they won't be able to do much with it after that, I tried to give the number another call and even submitted the number to the police, it was useless," I sighed feeling anxiety rise up from the pit of my stomach.

For a moment, Raymond wondered if this was Athena messing with him. “Nah, this is not her style,” he responded to himself. He could see the construction workers glancing his way, probably wondering why he was not approaching them yet. He immediately dialled the number that sent the text. “The number you dialled is not in service,” the mechanical voice sing-songed in his ear immediately. “What the…?” How can an unregistered number be chatting him? Would Athena really…

Brianna Ok, so I had a friend of a friend tell me that there is a way to find someone, it’s so good to have a friend in the communications field who could help a Sistah out because all that mumbo jumbo about paying for shit over the internet just ain’t for me. I wanted to know who the person was that kept calling the phone center. I don’t think they are paying attention and they do not give a flying fuck that they were calling a car service company. They were just calling to get their nuts off. But he sounded fucking good as hell doing it, though.

"What does that mean. Who are you. What have you…" The line went dead. She pulled the phone from her ear and looked at the screen. She dialed the number back immediately, her fingers moving fast. Not in service. She tried again. Not in service. She tried a third time and stood there listening to the automated response telling her the number she had dialed did not exist and had never existed. She lowered the phone slowly. The number was gone. Like it had been created for one single call and dissolved immediately after. Like whoever had called her had a system for exactly this. A line that lived for the duration of a message and then ceased to exist entirely.

He hadn’t needed to. He pressed the call. It rang once. Twice. Then the line went dead. The number you have dialed is no longer in service. He frowned. Tried again. Same result. “That’s strange,” Lydia said. Allen didn’t respond. He was already opening his browser, typing fast. News articles. Forums. Social media posts share the same headline, the same blurred image. “She wouldn’t disconnect her number,” he said. “She hated changing things.” Lydia didn’t comment. She sat back down, hands folded in her lap, eyes still on him.

Shawn pulled out his phone again and opened our chat window. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. Jenna’s face turned pale. Her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. However, Shawn simply blacklisted my number. It felt like I had been thrown into an icy abyss. I was trembling. Shawn said, “There. Now she won’t bother us anymore.” Jenna’s expression brightened. She quickly leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.

The phone rang once, then a robotic voice cut in. “This number doesn’t exist.” “What?” Raven frowned, pulling the phone away from his ear. He tried again. “This number doesn’t exist.” “That’s impossible!” Raven shouted. Cullen had used this number for years. From his last days at high school, through college. It had always been his number. He called again. And again. Each time, the same monotone response: “This number doesn’t exist.” Raven’s fingers trembled as he opened his messaging app and typed out a quick message. When he hit send, a red warning bar appeared at the top of the screen. The message couldn’t be delivered.

To have Roman snap and then deal with him for as long as she could. And now Roman’s life could be torn apart by this one woman. Salima picked up her phone and stared at the screen for a moment too long. Then she scrolled to a number she hadn’t dialled in years. An old line that she’d never deleted. She took in a deep breath and pressed call. A long mechanical beep came through the speaker. Then the recorded voice filled the line. “The number you have dialled is no longer in service.” Salima closed her eyes anyway before she finally spoke.

Just make sure she was okay. The number you have called is out of service at this time. “Shit.”