Phone Guy Script 소설 & 이야기

I dialed her number again. She picks up and a sleepy voice cuts through my phone speaker, “Hello”. “Hello, This is Gideon Patton” I said. I heard some shuffling in the background. “Hello” I said into the speaker when she didn't reply, my brows furrowed. “Ehm, hi who did you say you are again?” She asked groggily. I removed the phone from my ear, the fuck?, didn't she hear me. “Gideon Patton”. I heard a loud thumping, “Hey, hi…ehm..Mr Patton” she said her voice suddenly sharp.

After the second call he picked up. Hey friend! Gabriel… I was happy he finally picked up. '`Can I facetime you please?” he asked softly. “Wait, you didn’t go to work today?” He tittered and hung up and in just a few seconds I got the diegetic sound and his face popped up on my screen. I had saved it on my phone in such a way that each time he called on video his image would appear on the screen. I hastily swiped up the green bottom and answered.

“They’re ghosts.” “Is there anything that can be done? This man spoke to me over the phone, so I have a feeling he’ll call back or send another message. I’ll pay double the amount you asked.” The man stood up happily after hearing that. “Wait here,” he said, taking her phone as he walked out. Ten minutes later, he returned with Harry. Harry didn’t say much, just placed two phones on the table and set them side by side. Emma watched quietly as he turned on the second phone. He pressed the screen and tapped a confirm button.

I copy the phone number attached to the message and call it immediately. Twenty thousand dollars? It sounds unbelievable but fucking sign me up…!

I was thinking and staring at the phone screen. The test reads: hi Sylvia this is ray I just want to say thanks" I started typing... For what? And how did you got my number." I sent. Is just 2seconds my phone vibrated and a message popped in from ray. I opened it. The test reads: Thank you for everything, for your lovely support and care thanks a lot Sylvia. I requested your line from one of your friends Joan in school and she gave me. I never gave a call then because I felt it will be so odd, I'm sorry for not asking for your permission don't be offended."

In just eight short months she would be basking in the summer sun on the island of Santorini in Greece. Bbbring. Bbbring. “Hello?” There was silence from the other end. “Hello? Hello?” She was met with static but it sounded as if someone was trying to speak and it was just coming in as static. She checked the caller ID it read, “Unknown.” “Whoever this is I can’t hear you.” She hung up and the phone instantly started ringing again. “Hello?” Obviously this person needed something. “Ssshhhhhissshshhhhhh…girl…..sshhissshhhh.” She hung up quickly and tossed her phone to the end of the couch.

I immediately opened the messages and read the contents of the text. From: +63948666327 Hi. I'm sorry to bother you. Too bad I didn't even catch up with you earlier at Kyla's party. They said you go home early, why? Four messages in a row. I immediately replied to it. To: +63948666327 Who's this? I replied to the number that I texted. Who is this feeling close to? I returned my attention to watching. After a few minutes it replied. From: +63948666327

And start faking my act as if I'm hearing someone. I did a little fake talk with no one. Yes! Seriously there is no one on the other side. Let's persuade the cursing game. I smiled mentally. I connected my phone with my ear plug and continued acting. I read the note which I click on my phone already showing as I am talking to someone. "Ae lokh ta dekhlay na meray failte echay koray! Amanus ekta!

“Thanks, man. The receptionist downstairs will give you an aftercare pack.” Telly plopped down from the studio bed, his eyes studying me as he approached. “We won’t be able to have that date if I can’t reach you, no?” he joked, pulling out his phone and handing it to me. “Give me your number.” “Sure.” I snuck a look at Gavin and his face was back to stone — but it could get harder. Telly’s phone was in my hands, the number keypad staring at me. I tapped the first number and it made no sound. Of course. Most people have their devices permanently silent.

Without another word, he yanked his phone out of his pocket and dialed my number from memory. The phone rang once. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently powered off..." That cold, mechanical voice delivered its message with perfect indifference. Kieran's hand tightened around the phone until his knuckles went white. He hung up and immediately dialed again. Once. Twice. Three times. Each attempt brought the same suffocating result - that same automated message, delivered in that same emotionless tone. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently powered off..."