Scary Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

The pounding in my chest was almost unbearable. Oh my god. This can’t be happening. “Do you know her? Your son seems familiar with her,” the security officer asked. Before I could even respond, my phone rang. Trembling, I pulled it from my pocket and froze when I saw an unregistered number flashing on the screen. Hands shaking, I answered, trying to calm myself. “H-hello? Uh… w-who is this?” “Selina, hija… it’s Scarlett. We need to talk.”

How did the asshole get my number? “Are you okay?” Jenny asked. “You look like you’re going to be sick.” I couldn’t speak, another trickle of fear skating down my spine. While the call had been mechanically altered, that didn’t mean the man’s voice wasn’t just as terrifying. I pulled the iPhone away, immediately redialing the number. As I suspected, thequick beeps followed by the plastic voice that the number I’d reached was no longer in service kept the chill racing all the way to my toes.

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.

I used to be happy whenever he gave it to me, but now I just feel bad for him. "Don't forget to take rest. I love you, my Dianna," I read on the note that came with it. The wind blew and hit my forehead. "Just calm down Dianna, I promise it will be the last," I said to myself. My attention was caught by my glowing cellphone. "Unknown number..." I didn't answer the caller because the news is spreading that there are many scammers now, but it kept repeating itself so I was forced to answer it. "Hello, why—"

Seeing that Jimmy was getting a little nervous, Charlie smiled and assured him, "Please, you have nothing to worry about. No one's going to do anything to you, but if you feel threatened in any way, you can call the cops. The Oskian emergency hotline is 110, by the way."

I can't look straight into her eyes because, for sure, if I did, I would wail. Before Emily could give another opinion on the incident, my mobile phone suddenly rang. That caused me to freak out of shock. It was an unregistered mobile number. At the same time, I am unable to prevent myself from feeling terrified. Fearful of the person who is making the phone call. There were many other terrible occurrences and circumstances that sprang to mind at that time.

He squeezed back, fingers still buried deep, thumb teasing my oversensitive clit. Mom’s phone buzzed on the counter behind her. She turned. “Oh, a new message. Unknown number.” My blood ran cold. Alexander’s fingers stilled for a second inside me. Brady looked at his own phone. “I got one too. Same unknown number.” Sophia checked hers. “Me three. What is this?” Dad frowned. “Everybody getting spam tonight?” Alexander leaned close to me while pretending to grab salt. “Stay calm. We don’t move. We handle it here.”

She said as she swerved a corner, causing a car behind us to honk loudly as she cut them off. Calls? Oh- so she was the unsaved number that kept calling me lately. I never bothered using Paisley’s phone for communication because I didn’t know any of her contacts besides Denise and Phil and I still had yet to receive a number from Carter- oddly enough. One day when I first came into this world, I happened to be scrolling through her phone because I was a nosey bitch and saw a large amount of unsaved numbers she called from- never texted. However, there was a number that called nearly five times the amount of every other unsaved number. Frankly- I thought it was a persistent scammer but appare

Please let that have been a dream. Slowly — cautiously — she reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered above the screen. If the call log wasn’t there, she would never drink again. She unlocked it. Recent Calls. Unknown Number. 12 minutes. Her heart started beating louder. She tapped it, half expecting more. There wasn’t. No follow-up call. No messages. No missed attempts. Nothing. The absence sat heavier than anything else could have. If he was weird, wouldn’t he have texted? If he was curious, wouldn’t he have tried again?

Since this my number is not connected to my F******k account so I know he can't find me there, he now knows my name but there are hundreds of Rose on F******k. *I can track you down as well you know?* I said hoping to threaten him too. *This my number is not registered in any social platform so good luck with that* He replied and he was right, even true caller didn't show his name. Earlier tonight I was heartbroken now I am scared that my name will be sullied by the public, can I stand the disgrace, what will my religious mother think. *How will I trust you won't request for more after the one night* I texted.