Scary Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

In the evening, I was sitting at Caily's house, eating fried fish balls and drinking milk tea with her, when a strange phone number called my phone. The nature of my job doesn't distinguish between unfamiliar and familiar phone numbers, so I quickly picked up the phone. “Excuse me, this is the phone number of Miss Bella Poarch, a sales staff at the AD company, right?” A warm male voice spoke up. “Ah, yes, it's me. What do you need, please?”

I find the message from the unknown number that said: “Stop going to therapy. Get out of that house before you’re in danger.” I look at the number it came from, then look at Mae’s number in my call log. I look back at the message number. They are the same number.

I jumped in fright, “Whoa, I thought you were asleep.” She looked at me and smiled deviously, “I never really sleep. Anyways, what was that about Alpha Killian and Beta Clarke?” “It’s nothing important. She was wondering who these numbers belonged to.” “Oh, that?” Camille responded waving her arms dismissively, “Their numbers are always in every phone that is given to the people they take in.” “Really?” I asked my ears perking up warily, “Why? To monitor us?” “Easy there,” Sarah said, “It’s not that deep. It’s just that lots of us take these phones with us when we leave the pack, so it’s in case of emergencies.”

Brianna Ok, so I had a friend of a friend tell me that there is a way to find someone, it’s so good to have a friend in the communications field who could help a Sistah out because all that mumbo jumbo about paying for shit over the internet just ain’t for me. I wanted to know who the person was that kept calling the phone center. I don’t think they are paying attention and they do not give a flying fuck that they were calling a car service company. They were just calling to get their nuts off. But he sounded fucking good as hell doing it, though.

I stared at the numbers, a cold dread pouring through my veins. The thugs. The men my mother owed. The people who had made my life a living, breathing hell before I escaped to New York. "You aren't answering that," Iris stated. It wasn't a question. He had noticed the immediate shift in my posture, his dark eyes locked onto my phone. "It's probably just spam," I lied, my voice shaking slightly. "Telemarketers spoof local area codes all the time to get you to pick up." I didn't answer it. I let it ring until the screen finally went black. I reached out with a trembling hand, flipped the phone face down on the counter, and stared blindly at the wall.

Something about security protocols and overtime schedules. Draven's jaw tightened. He opened his mouth, probably to confront Mason right then and there, when my phone erupted with a shrill ring and disrupted the call. I snatched it up, my expression darkening as I glanced at the screen. Unknown number. "Hold that thought," I muttered to him, swiping to answer. "Kael Nightbourne." Static crackled through the speaker. Then a voice. Female, breathless, terrified. My entire body went rigid. "Hello?" I pressed the phone harder against his ear. "Who is this?"

I stumbled upon a mail from my only friend, Jace which read: ‘I know you've been trying to reach me, I'm sorry for the long break. My phone got stolen and it was difficult trying to retrieve everyone's contact. I tried your line at noon but it was switched off. Call me when you see this message +33 2 09 ** ** **' I wasted no time in dialing the number, ditching the remaining messages to have a phone conversation with him. Is it crazy that I totally forgot I had a friend all this while?..

Aarya saw her phone flashing an unknown number. Curious she took the call. "Hello Aarya," a voice said. "Who is this?" "I will destroy you Aarya." The creepy voice said from the other side. "What the hell! Don't you have any better prank?" "I am not going to leave you." The creepy voice continued. "Yeah, whatever!" Aarya cut the call n threw her phone in her bag. She was already angry. A prank call was the last thing she needed right now. Ishaan kept away his phone annoyed. Aarya's phone was engaged.

" She was also crying along with me. Just then my cell phone started ringing. I saw the caller ID. It was an unknown number. I choose to ignore it. It started ringing once again, this time the number was not showing but it was written 'Private Number' on the screen. A layer of sweat covered my palms and forehead. "Whose call is this Scarlett?" Mom asked me. "Nothing important." I cut the call once again. I was not aware my eyes were having tears all this time. "Shh!!! Not a single tear now. I will never let anything happen to you." She said while patting my back. All of a sudden, my cell phone started vibrating. I saw the screen again. It was a message from the same private number. I opened

I snapped, ready to pounce on Samael like a panther and break his neck, if only I could. Damien snorted. “It's as close to one as you'll get out of him, I'm afraid. Watch your back, girl, and if you ever need me, you know who to call.” He handed me his card from his breast pocket. I looked at the area code on his number: 666. “Really? There's cell phone service in Hell?”