Silent Night Ringtone Novels & Stories

She says, and just then again, her phone started ringing. She didn't need to look into her phone, to know who was calling, just the ringtone, would tell her that it is Myles. Sometimes, while reading, or doing something important, she gets calls that distracts her, and some times, she just cannot help but take the calls, especially if she isn't looking, so she started to silence her calls, but it became a problem, because Myles would call and she wouldn't take the call, because she was busy, and he would be worried, so after he complained, she set a private tone for him, so that, even if she is busy, and she hears the tone, she will take his call, she will forget every other thing, just to b

Just as the breeze was about to be successfully in luring her into a deep sleep, the sound of a phone blaring pulled her out. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound, the ringtone was familiar but wasn’t hers. The bright light from Rian’s phone is even brighter against the dark sheets. She silenced the call and leaned back against the headboard. She’d been getting the hang of it against when the ringtone blared loud in the silence of the room. She silenced it again and returned back to her position. Her head had barely touched the headboard when the annoying sound came from his phone again.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The familiar chime of my ringtone echoed in the quiet room, breaking the silence and causing me to rouse from my slumber. I groaned in exhaustion, and with my eyes still closed, I searched for my phone by blindly patting the bedside table with my right hand.

Susan didn't even think of that! “Ring, ring, ring!” Susan was jolted back to reality as her phone's ringtone blared, disrupting the silence in the room. "Hello, who is this?"

We called it our half an hour of naked snuggles. We ended up falling asleep where we lay. I don’t know how long we have been asleep, but the sudden sound of my phone ringing the tune of ‘Bidi Bidi Bom Bom’ by Selena. That is my ringtone for my long-time friend Selena. Sitting up, I grab my phone to see a missed call from her and a text. Selena: Jen, Code Purple.

“is this some kind of horror game.“ i muttered. I sucked in breath after breath, my chest screaming for air. The clock blinked. 2:58 a.m. Two minutes until the call. My throat went dry. My hands clenched the wheel tighter. Then BRRRRING. The phone mounted on the dash lit up, screen glowing a sickly green. CALLER ID: UNKNOWN The ringtone cut sharp and shrill through the truck. Over and over. Louder each time. I shook my head violently. “No. No, I’m not answering. I’m not.” It’s like the ringtone is initiating me to answer it. The phone rang again. Louder. The phone screen glitched, letters tearing across it like claws.

Same low, droning chime. I stared at the screen. Two rings. Then three. I picked up. Silence. No static. No breathing. Just quiet. But something in that silence made my skin crawl.

I could have turned on the music if I was allowed to touch anything in the car, but since I wasn't sure about that, I kept my hands to myself. I silently watched the lights outside, at some point, we would stop at traffic lights and just stare outside. Mouths sealed. The silence was awkward, to be honest, it was suffocating me. I was caught jerking when my phone rang. The Dua Lipa song: New rules, making the noises in the silent space. I quickly fished for it and answered the call just to silence the sound, only to realize I answered Knox's call without having a plan on how to talk to him after an awkward date we had.

I peeped into the hall, watching as he took the small hallway, steps careful and controlled. Then I heard it. A clock. A deep, old chime. One. Two. Three. I froze so hard my knees locked. That sound. That exact sound. The one I had heard through Serena’s phone when I called the unknown number. The same old-fashioned ding that had stayed in my head for days. It could have easily been a different one but it was the same one I heard that night. Slow, careful and sounding like it was aging. Silas stopped and brought out his phone, the sound of the old clock echoing even louder then, he picked it up. “Silas on the line.” He says.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The familiar chime of my ringtone echoed in the quiet room, breaking the silence and causing me to rouse from my slumber. I groaned in exhaustion, and with my eyes still closed, I searched for my phone by blindly patting the bedside table with my right hand.