Scary Phone Numbers To Call Novels & Stories

I pull back from Celestine and reach for my phone, glancing at the screen. Unknown number. I hesitate. I should not answer. Unknown numbers are traps, tricks, phishing attempts, they are the sort of thing that security experts warn you about. But something tells me to answer, something in my gut, something that says this is important. I swipe the screen and raise the phone to my ear. "Hello?" A pause. Then a voice. Smug and slow and full of a satisfaction that makes my blood run cold. "I hope you enjoyed your accident, Ashcroft. Because I am just getting started."

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.

" She was also crying along with me. Just then my cell phone started ringing. I saw the caller ID. It was an unknown number. I choose to ignore it. It started ringing once again, this time the number was not showing but it was written 'Private Number' on the screen. A layer of sweat covered my palms and forehead. "Whose call is this Scarlett?" Mom asked me. "Nothing important." I cut the call once again. I was not aware my eyes were having tears all this time. "Shh!!! Not a single tear now. I will never let anything happen to you." She said while patting my back. All of a sudden, my cell phone started vibrating. I saw the screen again. It was a message from the same private number. I opened

Now that she refused to pick up the call, he had decided to use an unknown number. "How many times have I told that I'm now a celebrity and you should stop contacting me." Rael immediately yelled over the phone. The person who had made the call was shocked.. He checked to see if he had dialed the correct number before he cleared his throat. "Miss Rael right?" The person over the phone said. "Yes." Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Rael was baffled. Maybe this one was really a scammer. "Your father was caught fighting and he almost stubbed his opponent to death, he is now being held at our station, please hurry up and bail him out." The person said.

Immediately I grabbed my phone, an unknown number called. I picked it up immediately thinking it would be Amber. "Amber what is going on? where are you?". "Amber has 6 hours to live, you have exactly 6 hours to find him else you'll meet his decayed corpse. And don't try to contact the police or any other person ,if you do trust me, you will find his body, see you soon Lexy ", the call went dead immediately. This was stupid... very stupid. It had to be some sick prank.

Hailey’s face contorted into pain and she looked like she was howling for help. Her phone rang loudly, startling her that she almost threw it to the ground as a result of shock. She wanted to disconnect the call but then she saw the similarity of the unknown caller’s number and the number that sent her the message. Her fingers quickly swiped right to answer the call and she shakily placed the phone against her ears while her eyes met that of Berta and Loren’s terrified eyes. “Hello?” Iris whispered fearfully but was met with silence at the other end of the line. She could hear the person’s breathing so she knew whoever was on the other end of the line could hear her well.

She picked up the phone with a frown and asked in displeasure, "Who is this? Can I help you?" "It's Jasper. I'm using a hidden number to call you now. Remember to delete the caller ID after the call ends. This number can't be found on the directory. I'll lock Frederick up for a few days, so call me if you need anything and remember to memorize my number," Jasper said in a low voice.

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?”

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.

“Kay, Kay! Quick! Wait for Mama!” Seeing her son actively nod, Farrah smiled and praised him for being sensible. Returning to their bedroom, she took her phone out of the first compartment of the cabinet. She’s 100% sure that she was just hallucinating about the call—maybe it was the side-effect of the nightmare she had before seeing the phone call last night. Yet the moment she opened the screen, reality slapped her in the face. 1..3...4...10...20...100 calls, ranging from 12 AM to exactly 5 AM. All from the same number. All from her supposed to be dead husband.