Numbers You Should Never Call Novels & Stories

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.

“Why are you calling me?” “I had to. You didn’t give me a chance earlier.” “There was no chance to give,” I shot back. “Your showing up today was a mistake. And now you’re blowing up my phone? What do you want? How did you even get my number?” I continue ranting, my voice sharp and unrelenting. "Now let me give you a final warning, Ashton. I don’t want you to ever call this number again. This will be the last time you dial it because I’m blocking your number as soon as I drop this call. Do you hear me?"

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.

I find the message from the unknown number that said: “Stop going to therapy. Get out of that house before you’re in danger.” I look at the number it came from, then look at Mae’s number in my call log. I look back at the message number. They are the same number.

The glass screen showed three missed calls from a number I did not recognize. “Who is calling you at this hour?” Williams asked, stopping near the heavy wooden railing. “I don't know,” I answered, staring at the numbers blinking on the screen. “It is an unlisted number from the northern region.” “Do not answer it if it is Tristain trying to negotiate,” Williams warned, looking down over my arm. “He has nothing left to offer us.” “It is not Tristain's regional code,” I muttered, sliding my thumb across the glass to call the number back. “The area code belongs to the old camp near the river.”

I prayed that she would never return to the famous era for the rest of her life. When I was still watching the news when a strange number called, I didn't usually get in the habit of answering the phone from an unknown number, unless of course I was waiting for someone to call whose number I didn't know, for example, the number of the human resources officer of the company I applied to. This was a special period when I just became a hot person in school. I was afraid that someone would call me with the intention of teasing me, so I didn't want to answer the phone. I didn't answer the phone, just let it ring until it turns off.

I called him again and the number is already not available. Damn it!

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

He cheered. “Oh! It seems I’ve got another call now. From an Unknown number. I guess that’s the end of our call. Or, is there anything else you would like to tell me?” I said. “No, boss. That would be all for now. Only waiting for the outcome of the meeting between you and Julie” “Alright then. Have a good one!” I ended the call. I had this strict principle of not picking calls from unknown number. Not because of the belief that your details can be hacked by fraudsters through that means, though. But, I really had no reason.

I groaned, sitting up lazily and looking at the phone screen. It was a call from Chad. He had better not be involved in another trick. I hoped he wasn't going to ask me to come over again because my determined ass wouldn't succumb to his calls this time. "It's damn twelve midnight, why would you call by this time?" I called at him in a sharp, tired voice. "Well, I can't be the only one going through this disorderliness." He warned. "What?" I frowned. "Your stupid plan failed." I furrowed my eyebrows, what was he talking about?