Scary Phone Numbers To Call Novels & Stories

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."

“Darcy, don’t entertain scam calls anymore.” Kaze tossed the phone back to Darcy and continued, “These kinds of calls will lure you and scam your money. Worse, they might sell you away and you will be gone forever.” “Kaze, that’s Grandfather!” Darcy glared at him.

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'

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.

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.

" she panicked, but it was too late. The beeping sound from the phone shows that the call has been aborted. Unfortunately, her call for help has been cruelly rejected. not giving up, she called again but this time she was replayed by a robotic voice." the number you are trying to call is unreachable at the moment, please try again later." She looked back at the cemetery ,it was already dark and she could only hear cries of night birds. She opened her phone book and was left speechless. Should she call her second uncle? No, they're now in South Africa,so that was not an option.

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.

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?”

"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.

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?