Scary Phone Numbers To Call Novels & Stories

the driver replied. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen. "Who could this be?" I muttered, declining the call. But the phone rang again. I kept dialing the red button but whomever it was, kept calling so I angrily picked up. " Are you dumb or what?. Why the..?" Before I could complete the sentence, a hoarse voice cut me off. "I’m your doom" "What?" "I’ve slashed your back tires. In a few minutes, your car will flip and you’ll be nothing but a memory," the caller said and let out a loud scary laugh before hanging up.

I find the message from the unknown number that said: “Stop going to therapy. Get out of that house before you’re in danger.” I look at the number it came from, then look at Mae’s number in my call log. I look back at the message number. They are the same number.

Seeing that Jimmy was getting a little nervous, Charlie smiled and assured him, "Please, you have nothing to worry about. No one's going to do anything to you, but if you feel threatened in any way, you can call the cops. The Oskian emergency hotline is 110, by the way."

He immediately drove the vehicle away from the hospital. While on the flight, I also dialed the number of my friend in the NBI for faster action. Know if they can help me. As we approached the Mall, my cell phone suddenly rang and a call I did not expect when I checked who the caller's unregistered number was. I wouldn’t have answered, because I thought it was a wrong call. But there was something in my mind that ordered me to answer the call. "How are you Steve?" caller's opening question.

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.

Every mention feels like it was scrubbed clean. Just then, my phone buzzes, and I glance at the screen. A strange number is calling. My heart races. Should I answer? I hesitate, the fear of the unknown squeezing my stomach. “What if it’s nothing?” I think, but then I remember why I’m here. “It could be important. It could be him.” I take a deep breath and answer the call. “Hello?” “Stop digging. It will kill you,” says a voice that’s deep and distorted. I can’t make out who it is.

I scrambled for my phone, my fingers fumbling on the screen as I dialled 911, my voice was a choked, hysterical sob as I begged them to hurry. God please, don't let Dante die.

My mind kept spinning worst-case scenarios , the video leaking, my mom finding out, Liam finding out, the whole world seeing me like that, legs spread, moaning while his father and a nurse destroyed me. My phone started ringing. I jumped so hard I nearly dropped it. The screen lit up with an incoming call. Unknown number again. My hands started shaking worse. I stared at it like it was a snake. “I can't pick it up,” I whispered, voice small and scared. “What if it’s them? What if they’re calling to taunt us or send more?” Kael took the phone from me gently but firmly. He checked the caller ID, then handed it back.

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.

She took her phone and saw that it was a foreign phone number. There were many members in the Yard family who were abroad all year round. In order to make it easier to talk to local clients, they often changed their numbers. Sierra suspected that she probably forgot to save one of their numbers so she answered without a second thought. "It must be either Jovane or Kaelyn." She thought. "Sierra, it's me, Maxtor." Maxtor's voice sounded through the phone. Though Maxtor often contacted Sierra, he rarely called at such a late hour. Furthermore, he was calling her with a new number. "Hey... why are you calling me so late at night?"