Scary Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

I stayed up till 3 pm again trying to reach Lucas. I was surfing the internet when I saw a message popped up on my phone, it was from a strange number. Recently, I have been waking up to see messages from people I don’t know. Most of them are upcoming models that want to know the secret of modeling. I always laugh when I see such a massage, modeling has no secret, if it will even have a secret it’s hard work and practice. Some are from well-wishers and the rest are from men who need relationships and scammers who need money. I looked at the number again, and it sounded familiar in my brain. It was the number Mr. Philip gave me. “Thank goodness he’s finally awake,” I said to myself as I jumpe

As she picked up her phone she saw she had a missed call from an unsaved number and as she looked for Christiana's number the number called. Aishat- Hello? Unsaved number- Aishat? Aishat please don't hang up.... I'm in a trouble and I don't know who else to call... Please help me. Aishat- What happened? Where are you? Unsaved Number- I don't know, I don't know the person on the line started crying. Aishat - What do you mean you don't know? Unsaved number- I'm scared they.... The person other line screamed then the call drops.

If there were any mishaps, it would affect the entire situation. Alex only picked up one phone call from Rick. After listening to what Rick said, his face became darker and darker. "What's wrong?" Nancy saw that his expression was clearly not right and could not help but ask him. "The matter at the company is not important." Alex's tone was casual. After that, Nancy's phone rang. She took it over and saw that it was an unknown number. Just as she was about to answer, Alex took her phone over. "An unfamiliar number is usually a scam number. There's no need to answer it. Wait for Mom to wake up first."

“Maybe he’s in an area without signal. Wait a little longer, Ave. My brother isn’t the type to make his fiancée worry for no reason.” However, Sarah’s attempt to reassure her quickly hit a dead end when she herself tried to contact her brother’s assistant and got the same result. Both phones were completely unreachable. The silence between them now felt like the pounding of a giant clock, signaling danger. An hour later, that unease peaked into real horror. Sarah’s phone, lying on the table, suddenly vibrated sharply. An international number from Dubai flashed on the screen. Sarah grabbed it quickly, but her expression shifted to confusion when she saw the contact name displayed.

"Dad, when will you be back? I'm so scared. Mom…" "You got the wrong number!" I replied impatiently, thinking it was some new scam. However, I started to think something was amiss after I hung up. The girl on the phone had been crying as if she were in some kind of danger. I immediately sat up at the thought of that. Then, I thought, a little girl in danger would not just call an unfamiliar number and call out 'Dad'. I had been using this number for over a decade. There was no way I was the girl's father, so I was certain it was some new scam.

"I just got a call. Unknown number, disconnected the second I picked up. Second one in twenty minutes." Victor was on his feet immediately. "Show me." She did. Two calls, both from numbers that traced, according to a quick check from one of Sabine's team, to disposable phones purchased with cash in Milan two days ago. "Someone's testing whether this number is live," Victor said grimly. "Ashford," Damien said, the word landing like a stone in his chest.

Marco says finally leaving my office, he’s mad at me, or maybe he’s just mad at himself, he couldn’t find anything about them, and now I have to call Devil in, his worst nightmare as it seems to be. I got my phone, we all use secure numbers, our numbers change from time to time, but for now I have the same one. I called Devil’s number, she’s open about her phone number, she have it published online for god’s sake, we all know that the police take her for phone and games, not believing how real her work is, how much money she makes up from her assignments. “Devil’s phone” a calm voice says, it wasn’t Devil’s voice, this was someone else, maybe she work with her, or maybe for her, but it could

It was one of the scariest things of my life, and now I'm reliving that nightmare. Maybe if I could get someone to hold my hand as I walk in, maybe I won't be so awful. I grab my phone, knowing fully well that I don't have anyone to tell about this, but I find a number to dial anyway. It rings for a while and for a second, my throat constricts, because I think I am going to get sent to voicemail. But thanks to the heavens that the click comes on. "Hello, you have reached Mister Marlon Gustave Senior...." I look at the phone like I have made a mistake.

After chatting with Millie for a bit, Pierce left. Millie then yawned and prepared to take a nap, but her phone suddenly rang. The number was unfamiliar, and since she didn't have the habit of answering calls from unknown numbers, she hung up. However, the phone kept ringing, as if it were an urgent call. Millie stared at the string of digits, her heart tightening with every vibration. After hesitating for a long while, she finally picked up. "Hello? Who's this?" she cautiously asked. A sinister laugh echoed from the other end, sending chills down her spine. The voice sounded eerily familiar.

It didn't work. Zachary was near the door when Kendall spoke so loudly that I was startled: "S could you leave your number in case of any emergency, investigator? "I recognized that soft tone in his voice. It was pure flirtation. I looked in his direction with indignation pulsating in my veins. Zachary turned around, putting one hand in his pocket. "718-452-4280" he said easily before opening the door, and added: " Call if you need any of my services. The same goes for everyone.