Prank Calls Novels & Stories

He pulled out his phone and called someone, whom I assumed was Dexon. I let him step away for a moment, but I wouldn’t let him cancel our plans to attend Lilian and Sergio’s wedding just because of some meaningless message. “This is just a prank, Chris!” I tried to get his attention as he typed something on his phone. “Do you have any friends who would play this kind of prank on you?” Franco came to mind because we used to pull dumb pranks like this whenever we got a new number. But I couldn’t mention him to Chris—Franco never called me ‘Cassandra,’ and we were way too old for this kind of joke now.

“I need to know who you are first. I’m not coming anywhere until I know who I’m speaking to.” “The choice is yours. If you want the truth, you come. If you don’t want the truth, then you forget this call ever took place.” Before I could speak again, the line went dead. I pulled the phone back from my ear, a frown now completely marring my face as I stared at the screen. Was this some kind of prank? Was this just some stranger pulling casual pranks on random people, and I unluckily happened to be the number the person called.

He replied. "How are those kind of calls like?What way do they usually start?" I had to know if Gianna was under any threat. "Well,there are different kinds of scam calls,these scammers always use different tactics.Like,some could say they walk in a bank and that your bank account has issue and they need your pin or some could say a family member of yours got into an accident and that you urgently needed to transfer money for the surgery.I don't really know how they get some personal information about people but they sometimes try to make it believable.Some people fall for their scams while some don't."

I looked at my phone but I didn't recognize the number calling me. “Hello,” I said. I listened but no one answered, instead I heard someone breathing. “Who’s this?” I asked. Still no answer, I was about to ask who was on the other line again but the line already went dead. I hate people doing prank calls, but it was nothing new. I tried to go back to sleep but ended up watching something on TV instead. As soon as I saw the crack of dawn I started moving to make sure I was not going to be late on my first day back to work.

Kim was looking at her, she was also waiting for that person's response. But as expected, no one spoke again when Mina answered. 'You are getting on my nerves!' Mina flared up. She ended the call. Ms. Kim got her phone back and let Mina sit down again. She made her drink, she knew she got annoyed. "How many times that person has called you?" Ms. Kim asked. "Twice." Ms. Kim patted her on her back. "I think that person is just one of those pranksters. So, just ignore him."

Is ghost even real? Maybe she could ask her father for help. Who’s doing these kinds of jokes should not be tolerated, not even respecting Dior, who’s the owner of the phone. If someone is pranking Farrah, it must be someone she knew, because why call her like a freaking lunatic for hours? And it’s just her. Why doesn’t this person call her father Dior’s father-in-law? It just means that this person was deliberately targeting her. *

Goose pimples broke out on my skin and I became suddenly scared. "Oga, abeg dem don kidnap madam, make you try come save am. Them go kill am, make you hurry." (Sir, your mother has been kidnapped. They want to kill her, hurry). And the line went dead. Wait, what? Did I just hear correctly? I called the number again, but it was switched off. Is this some kind of sick joke? Who the hell would want to play a prank on me this way? I called mother's number again with shaky hands --- over and over again, but this time, I kept getting the same response; switched off!

And the same voice—the exact same voice—said, "You've got the wrong number." Before I could respond, he added: "Stop calling." Then silence. I put the phone down on my desk. My hands were shaking. Three different homes. Three different families. But one voice. The same voice. Not similar. Identical. The same rhythm, the same slight rasp at the end of each sentence, the same way of saying "wrong number" as if he was amused by something I couldn't hear. I sat there for a long time, trying to convince myself it was a prank. Maybe they'd planned it together. Maybe they'd gotten one of their boyfriends to answer all three phones. That was possible, wasn't it?

It may be a blessing ni disguise that I can actually make a revenge on those very mean people. Just as I was thinking of those people, my phone suddenly rang. I got the phone out of my bag thinking it must be Provi. However, I noticed it was an unregistered number. I don;t usually like talking to strangers and I don't like this kind of prank from my friends. I pressed the END CALL button. After placing the phone on the table top, it rang again. At the back of my mind, if this person thinks that it's important, he or she should send me a message. Beeeep. Pick up the good da** call!

he tapped the bridge of my nose. "You pranked me first you idiot for doing nothing. I didn't do anything to you!" "It's what I do, cupcake. I prank" "Of course it is. It's probably the only thing you ever do. Prank people for the sake of fun, to make yourself happy, putting a smile on your face but ruining other's reputations. I was fine before I met you, very fine and just because you noticed me, you decide it would be nice to ruin my life. Let me make this clear Dylan, once you prank someone, you ruin their reputation and it's fucking annoying. All you do is to sit down, think of how to apply sadness to a person's life and execute your dumb plan. Don't you have other things to do,l like th