Scary Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

Different kinds of horrific scenarios were going on in my head, making me even more restless. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Everything's fine!! Suddenly, my phone rang as my head snapped at the side. I picked it up and checked the caller ID. I frowned. It was a call from an unknown number. I declined the call and kept my phone aside, but after a second, it rang again, and it was the same unknown number. I picked it up and answered it, "It's a wrong num....--" I was cut off. "Don't you dare cut the call on me, lady." A voice which was dead scary said.

the driver replied. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen. "Who could this be?" I muttered, declining the call. But the phone rang again. I kept dialing the red button but whomever it was, kept calling so I angrily picked up. " Are you dumb or what?. Why the..?" Before I could complete the sentence, a hoarse voice cut me off. "I’m your doom" "What?" "I’ve slashed your back tires. In a few minutes, your car will flip and you’ll be nothing but a memory," the caller said and let out a loud scary laugh before hanging up.

When I looked away without answering, she came and sat beside me, placing her hands on mine. "Babe, Nicholas and his men are doing everything they can to find that son of a bitch." "Yes, cheer up. They will all be caught and made to pay heavily for all they put us through, all four of them," Mark said. I simply nodded. ************** It was already getting dark when my phone rang. I looked at it; it was a strange number. My heart skipped a beat as I thought of who it might be. What if it was the serial killer? I picked up the phone and kept quiet to hear what the caller would say.

I pull back from Celestine and reach for my phone, glancing at the screen. Unknown number. I hesitate. I should not answer. Unknown numbers are traps, tricks, phishing attempts, they are the sort of thing that security experts warn you about. But something tells me to answer, something in my gut, something that says this is important. I swipe the screen and raise the phone to my ear. "Hello?" A pause. Then a voice. Smug and slow and full of a satisfaction that makes my blood run cold. "I hope you enjoyed your accident, Ashcroft. Because I am just getting started."

I exclaim looking around as I realize it's just a phone ringing…. Just a phone ringing!My brain calls out once again reminding me of the fact that there could be something even worse than a phone in the room at the moment. "What more do they want from me?" .Yell as I push open whatever safe box is designed like a cup at the center of the seats. I pull the phone to see an unknown number as the caller id. "Of course they just a single trace, it really is hopeless if I waste my time at the police station making reports about ghost girls and common deaths"

My brain was still stuck between ten thousand freaking dollars and who the hell is Cole Maddox? I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. “It’s probably a scam,” I muttered to no one. “A really stupid scam.” My phone dinged again on the nightstand and I sat up, reaching for it, expecting another spam message about winning a free cruise or something. But it wasn’t that. UNKNOWN NUMBER: I hope that money made you happy. My heart did a funny little jump. The contact name was just a number, no photo, no bio, nothing. Just that message sitting there and very unsettling.

[Message Sent] Why is this scammer so annoying? *Quinlee's Phone Rings *[1 message Received][From: 09751431143 ] "What the f*ck?" *evil laugh* [To : 09751431143 ] "F*ck your Face!" [Message Sent] **Quinlee's Phone Rings** [1 message Received] [From: 09751431143 ] "This is Zik! Where are you? Are you at home? I'm sorry, I just want to inform you that I can't go home early because I'm with my friends now, they just arrive from states so we decided to meet and talk somewhere.

It's a text message from an unknown number that says, "You're in danger. You need to get out of there." Panicked, Sebastian looks around for a place to hide. He sees a small alleyway nearby and sprints towards it, ducking out of sight. His heart is racing, and he's breathing heavily. He pulls out his phone and dials 911, hoping that help will arrive in time. Then, he hears footsteps approaching from the direction of the main street. Someone is walking towards the alleyway.

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.

“But I can’t say more and I can’t meet you because I must stay hidden…” Static crackled through the line. “…because they’re watching me.” My chest tightened. “Wait please” I tried, but he cut me off sharply. “I will call again…Keep your phone close, tell no one about this call. Don’t—” The line died. Completely silent. No goodbye. No warning. Just gone. My hands trembled around the phone. “He… he ended the call.” We tried calling back, but the number didn’t exist. No ID. No trace. A ghost call.