Scary Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

Don't be afraid of her; be afraid of what Damon might do next. The night was quiet, but Mimi's worry intensified. The messages and the warning couldn't stop her. She needed to know. The familiar buzz of her phone ringing again broke the silence. She snatched it up and saw that the screen was showing an unfamiliar number. She answered with a racing heart and shaking hands. "Stop looking into Scarlett's death, Mimi," the voice on the other ear was chilly and hard to place. "You'll regret it." Before she could answer, the queue went dead. Mimi looked at the phone and her mind raced.

Sean hung up with a dark and mysterious look on his face. After an entire afternoon of meetings, Myra checked her phone as soon as she walked out of the conference room. Unexpectedly, there were many missed calls from the same caller. Looking at the unfamiliar phone number, she frowned and called back. The other end picked up almost immediately. Then, Myra asked, “Hi, may I know who this is?”

He quickly found out Yang Xiao's contact information and dialed it. Yang Xiao, who had just finished smoking, soon received a call from Feng Si. He said in surprise, "Hey! What a beautiful phone number. Who is this?" Taking a closer look, he saw that the number on the screen was 13888888. This number definitely had a price but no market. It was difficult for ordinary people to get it. "Who is it?" Yang Xiao answered the phone with curiosity. Then, a gloomy and old voice came from the other end of the phone.

Under bright lights, I could still trace Mykaela's clean stitches whenever I stared at the pale scarring up-close. As my brain fought through the groggy haze, I tried to concentrate on the noise. It was my phone. Vibrating somewhere. I slid my fingers under my other pillow and grabbed my phone as it buzzed louder in my hand. Unregistered number. Florence area code. One of the lawyers? No. I had all of their numbers saved on this account. Yawning, I switched on the bedside lamp, half-expecting a familiar voice to fill the other line, and half-dreading another slew of bad news.

he inquires. Once again, I prepare to speak, but my phone rings persistently with the same private number. Kai insists I answer, so reluctantly, I pick up. A loud, chilling scream fills the line, causing my hands to shake, almost dropping the phone. "Dad," I sigh recognizing the voice. My heart instant sinks as my pulse quickens in dread. The scream grows louder, indicating Dad's in grave pain.

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.

No! How the hell was I to leave? The phone buzzed in my phone for the umpteenth time and I shook, knowing who the hell could call like that. When I looked up, it was an unknown number. I picked it up, fingers gripping the phone ever so tightly. "Is this funny Scar? You better pray I fucking don't find you at T's." I hissed out, anger dripping from me. "Return the cell phone to my room, Now." And that was it.

Just imagining the possibilities sends chills down my spine. “Keep my phone, the code is 1405,” he says. “If anything happens, use it as a flashlight and run as fast as you can.” I just nod, clutching the phone in my hands. As soon as he turns and disappears, fear hits me hard. I hear footsteps. Voices. Screams. All far away, but loud enough to terrify me. I wait. Five. Ten minutes. I stare at the iPhone screen. “Fuck it.” I decide to dial 911. I’m calling the police. Screw it. I don’t trust this guy. My best friend is lost in an underground canal full of perverts and criminals. I’m not staying here waiting for a stranger to save us.

I shook my head, “Just forget it.” “Lacy…” “Forget it. I am grateful for your help so far but… it is over now!” My phone began to ring suddenly and I stared at the screen with disinterest but then my heart skipped a beat. The area code of the number calling me showed it was coming from the Crescent Scythe Pack. Blaine and I made eye contact as I reached for the phone and picked it up, “Hello?” my voice quivered. “Lacy? Lacy, is that you?” a familiar but distant voice replied on the other end.

"Listen here guys… hopefully you get my phone, you better do. Otherwise I am going to hunt you all down after becoming a ghost. There are three cars. It's a blind spot. You won't be able to trace them through the CCTV footage. XX 00 111 is the car's number. You better get that fucker!" They all sat there with a speechless look on their faces. They couldn't decide how they should react to that. The voicemail ended with another scream before the recording stopped. "I don't know what I should feel now. Can anyone help me with this by sharing what they are feeling?" Bella asked as she let out a loud sigh. "We are in the same state as you. I don't know if I should laugh at the girl's antics or cr