Novel & Cerita Scary Numbers To Never Call

The first call came three days after Clara went off-grid, and she was in the bunker's command center when her secure phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number. The caller ID showed a local area code, but the number wasn't registered to anyone she knew. She let it ring once, twice, three times, watching the screen with cold curiosity as the name "UNKNOWN" flashed in bright white letters against the dark background. On the fourth ring, she answered but said nothing, waiting in complete silence.

He cut the call immediately, and use another number, called her again. Sia was again frightened to see the two unknown calls, becayse Reggie’s number was also an unknown for her. She didn’t understand anything and, just didn’t react on any call of them. Suddenly,a message poped, “Please talk to me Sia!” Sia read the message and got very scared, again her phone rang, She got angry on seeing the call again, she decied to teach him a lesson, She picked up the call, and stated, “Who are you? Tell your name.”

Fabian said. "There is this strange number that keeps calling me and I don't want to pick it up because most of them are likely scammers!" Bianca voiced out, trying her best to wave the topic away. "What about I help you pick the call?" Fabian offered. "No, for a matter of fact, I don't talk to strangers!" Bianca said, causing Fabian to burst into a chow of laughter. "Alright, if you say so. I promise to be back soon to pick you both up!" Fabian made it clear again.

Followed by: "Meet me at the address I sent. That's the only way I can help you. When you get there, call me with this number *******. Don't call me unless you are at that location." "But... I don't even know who you are." Lena replied nervously. She waited but no reply again. Her heart hammered so violently she could feel it in her throat. Fear coiled in her stomach like a serpent. *I shouldn't do this. What if it's a trap? What if it's that creep that wanted to touch me at that suite? But how did they get my number not even Tarzan has this new number. This is dangerous I won't go to that address"

SARAH The call ends. I sit down at my desk and try to breathe. In, out. In, out. My phone buzzes again. A text from an unknown number: “You should be ashamed. Those babies deserve better than a mother like you.” Another buzz: “Kill yourself. Do the world a favor.” And another: “We know where you live. Better watch your back.” I turn my phone off. There’s another knock. Nel pokes his head in. “Ms. Wellspring? There’s something on TV you should see.”

But suddenly, her phone rang, startling her. “Who’s calling at this hour?” Mahya wondered. The number was unfamiliar, not listed in her contacts. The office was quiet, with most workers having already gone home, except for the investigative department, which often worked late. Mahya sighed but decided to answer the call. The call was secure, not flagged as spam or a known scam number. “Hello?” Mahya greeted cheerfully. She hoped her intuition was right. Mahya would be very annoyed if the caller turned out to be a scammer or a credit card salesperson.

He stuttered. “This is were business. So you won’t get in trouble for shooting them. But call this number … ONLY if they come back around. If they don’t then never call it, ever.” She gave him a number on a piece of paper. “Ri…right…” he was a blubbering mess now. It almost made her feel bad for what she was about to do. But she needed to make sure they understood. She backed up as she was telling mustache guy all this, and started undressing.

I reached into my pocket to pull it out, only to find it was an unfamiliar number. I disconnected the call, rolling my eyes. I never pick up calls from strange numbers—they always seemed to bring trouble, either scammers, pranksters, or people I just didn’t want to deal with. Smiling to myself, I tilted my head up to admire the moon, but the call came in again—repeatedly, and even more annoyingly. Having no choice, I answered it, snapping angrily, "Whoever this is, it better be important! Why the hell are you calling me at this time?" I yelled, my voice echoing in the still night.

“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.