Scary Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

Scar sighed, not for calmness, but for the dread that was building at the pit of her stomach. "The thing is...." the call ended abruptly. Scar blinked in confusion and hurriedly tried to dial the number again, only to realize that her phone had gone off. "Just great!"

But I also have friends who care about me, a team that needs me, and an opportunity to win ten million dollars today. I decide I should stop sitting here feeling sorry for myself and join my teammates. The game is going to start in a couple of hours, and I need to be mentally prepared and positive. As I’m about to stand up and walk over to join Cassie’s circle, my phone starts ringing. I look at the screen and see an unfamiliar number that I don’t recognize. For a moment, I hesitate to answer it. After all the mysterious letters and threats I’ve been receiving lately, I’m suspicious of any unknown callers. What if this is connected to whoever has been trying to scare me?

CHAPTER FIFTY NICKOLAS Scot comes into my room holding my phone in his hand, he points it at me and I can see it vibrating in his hand. I collect it from him and look at the number calling and it is an unknown number. I am hesitant to pick it this time as I look at Scot, the last time I had picked an unknown number someone had ended up dead and right now the mans face was playing in my head over and over again. Scot nods for me to pick it up but just as I am about to, the call comes to an end.

Jenny heaved a sigh of relief before telling about a number that was constantly calling her phone. Jenny handed over the phone to her and left upstairs to meet the kids. As Emma checked her phone, she searched through her call logs and saw an unknown number. She was about to block the number when her phone rang. It was the same number, displayed on her screen. Emma hesitated a bit before answering it. 'Hello, who's this?' 'Your worst nightmare,' came a dangerous reply.

My phone beeped again. Unknown number: I'm right behind you A cold breeze went down my spine. My hands clenched tightly around the phone, and I slowly darted my eyes around. No one was behind me. My phone rang again, startling me. I reluctantly looked down at it. Unknown number: that must have got you, right? Be careful, you don't know when I'll hump on you Fear turned into anger. I gripped my phone tighter. I typed fast on it. “Do your worst, Sarah. Don't think I keep quiet because I'm afraid of you,” I said.

Was she just being paranoid? Still, Martin's phone rang halfway through, and Renee glanced at it to see that it was an unsaved number. It started with 158… and ended with 2288. Wasn't that the prefix for a Jormund number? "Sorry, Yvie, I'll talk to you later. I just got a call." Martin then passed Renee's phone back to her, while leaving with her own phone. Renee watched her leave, while feeling suspicious. 2288?

Unknown number and it says private number. "Hey Cara" I heard a familiar muffled voice filling me with dread. He continued without letting me reply, before I could ask who it is. "Your silence tells me you recognized me? Aww! That's sweet of you babe. Meet me. Today evening. Don't miss it. I'll text you the time and place. Bye sweetheart! He said ending the call with a scary loud laugh. Is that who I think he is? Then my phone buzzed. Message. 'New York Marriott Marquis. 5:00'

I didn’t notice she got near me while I was too busy checking for that mysterious guy. I felt my phone ringing and saw that it was an unregistered number. Only a few people know my phone number and this makes me feel uneasy. It’s either someone I know or someone who got my number somewhere. “Hello?” I asked in my regular happy voice but there was no answer. “Hello?” I asked again but still no answer. “I’ll report your number for scamming and harassment if you won’t answer.” “Rayne…” “R-Ray?” I stuttered upon hearing his voice.

Manon and Zenia really wanted to celebrate with me, and I couldn't ruin their excitement just because I wanted to overanalyze my relationship with Demon. “Great! Let's party!” Zenia shouted, throwing her hands in the air as if she were already on the dance floor. I grinned, but then my phone suddenly vibrated loudly beside me. Looking down, I saw an unknown number. It was an American area code. My heart instantly skipped a beat in pure terror. Who could it be? Could it be my mom? But how could she have possibly gotten my French number? Panic gripped my chest, making me completely freeze.

And I wasn't going to let anyone take it away from me now. Especially not Lena. The shrill vibration of my personal phone broke the silence. I frowned immediately. Almost nobody had that number except for Jason, Sarah and a few other close contacts. That was it. I reached into my blazer pocket and glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number with a Seattle area code. My first instinct was to decline it. I almost did, but something stopped me. For a moment, I wondered if it was instinct or curiosity. Or maybe it was just the simple fact that lately every unexpected call seemed connected to another disaster.