Novel & Cerita Scary Numbers To Call 2024

She must be calling, she must have come back to her senses. I trailed off when I looked down at the caller ID to see it wasn't her but an unknown number. Out of irritation, I picked immediately. “Hello.” “Hello, are you Niko’s parents? Would you like to arrange a funeral or memorial service? Our funeral home provides these services tailored to fit your budgets.”

(Keep quiet and wait for answer). If no you respond... No problem, Mr. Prospect. I thought I could count on you. Bye If yes, That’s awesome Mr. Prospect. I am just inviting few reliable people for this experience. Can I count on you not disappointing me on Saturday by 3pm? If yes… I knew I could count on you. See you on Saturday by 3pm. Bye BELOW IS WHAT YOU WILL USE AS REMINDER CALL **** Call Mr. Prospect up on ...... and say this.

“Alright, I’ll listen to you. I’ll hang up first and have dinner. He’s still waiting for me.” “Go ahead, but I’ll need to change a new phone number.” Rebecca sighed. “I’ve been using this number for two months. I can’t continue using it.” “Got it. I understand. It’s best to be careful.” Sally hung up after that.

I thought to myself as i furrowed my brow gently "Who is that and why are you frowning your face? Nicky asked as she peeped on the screen of my phone " It's an Unknown number? (She paused and also furrows) Pick it now," She finally said "But it might be a scam call," I said to her "Well, but still pick it first baby," She said "Well, alright then," I said and picked it "Hello," the person said on the phone...... "Who called???" "Could it be a scam call?" . . . . . . . T.B.C What do you think?

I nodded in response, I grabbed my phone and replied to my unread messages, I’ve been out for almost three full days, there are so many messages from Jc asking if I’m okay. I was about to reply when my phone rang, and an unregistered number appeared on my screen, I decided to answer it. “Elara Skye Callista, you will be dead, soon.” And the call ended, I froze with what I heard. Jaxon got in the car, I blinked to get my senses back, I suddenly felt numb, my heart was beating really fast, I couldn’t process that call. “Hey, are you okay?”

Carl sighed in defeat, letting go Amy's arm and pulls his phone from his back pocket to answer the call. But then the caller ID is not from the hospital, it's from an unknown number. Accepting it, it places a fear in his eyes, a lump in his throat and a shiver to his mind.

Darn! I shake my head in disbelief. There should be something I can do. Maybe, warn them. Yeah! I don't have anything in my hands but I can warn them for sure. I grab my phone right away and dial Christian's number. "Mr Scott!" I stutter right after the call is picked up. Christian I hear a woman's panicked voice from the other side of the call. It has me startled right after I pick the call up. "Yeah, this is Christian Scott!" I say, frowning while getting off the tie since I just got back home.

Immediately I grabbed my phone, an unknown number called. I picked it up immediately thinking it would be Amber. "Amber what is going on? where are you?". "Amber has 6 hours to live, you have exactly 6 hours to find him else you'll meet his decayed corpse. And don't try to contact the police or any other person ,if you do trust me, you will find his body, see you soon Lexy ", the call went dead immediately. This was stupid... very stupid. It had to be some sick prank.

I was eagerly waiting for my secretary to send the message to me so I could check it. "Who do you think it is?" Ben asked, looking at my phone before looking at me. "I can't tell honestly, if the person really wasn't registered under my business number then it's not a client, I have this inkling that it would belong to that crazy ass fucker who gave me the creepy call when We were at the event," I placed my guess. I scrolled through my phone to check the number they used and it was definitely a flacko number, the number was a waste. 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.

“You know I love a London boy. I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch, in the afternoon. He likes my American smile like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you–” My phone beams from an incoming call. It’s an unknown number. The memories of snakes on my floor and threatening emails on my computer come crashing down on me. I pull over. I’m staring at the screen long and hard and just when I’m going to receive it, the call ends. I end up blankly staring at the lightened screen. Calm down, Naomi. It’s just a number. It can be spam, or loan givers. For all I know, it can be a prank call.