Slender Man Phone Number Novels & Stories

I caught my phone right before it went to voicemail. "Hello?" I answered the unknown number. "Is this Daniel Spencer?" a male voice asked. "Yes, it is. How may I help you?" I thought maybe it had something to do with the club, so I was friendly but wary. I hoped it wasn't a telemarketer. I didn't need to renew my expired car warranty. "My name is Dale Ignasis. I wanted to talk with you about Lenore Smithers," he said by way of greeting. "Okay. What about her?" I was very wary now, but not for the reason I had expected.

As soon as Alex drifted off to sleep, I texted the phone number that lawyer Jenkins gave to me. “Hello, Miss Daya. I need your services in tracking someone's information. This is the phone number +411-256-674-956. Tell me her name, house address, past life and how she is connected to Alexander Blackwood.” “Alright Ma'am. I'll deliver it in few minutes time.” Daya replied my text. With fingers crossed, I decided to wait in anticipation. I'll soon have a snippet of Alex's past.

_Asshole_ One spat, reaching him, his foot connected to Salvatore's chest. "God, no, no, no, no, please no," I muttered with trembling lips. Then remembered... I reached for the phone on the headboard, my hands fumbling with its keys, I scrolled through the numbers, and there I got more hopeless. Do these people ever save anything? Fortunately, an incoming call appeared on the phone, the number showing as unknown; there was only one chance to make this work... I answered the call, my trembling hands bringing the phone to my ears.

I chuckle and make a note to myself to give the cash to Julian. My cell is unsurprisingly dead, so I tuck it back inside the front pocket next to the money, swing the backpack over my shoulder and head back into the house. Julian leads me into the office and hands me his phone. I quickly dial the number on the card. After the first ring, a gruff voice answers. “This is Smith.” “Hi,” I say. “This is Keiran Anderson. I need—” “What the hell, kid?” he exclaims. “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours. I was just about to try getting in contact with Matisse.”

Cecelia said as she gave her phone to Mister black. " Thanks for your understanding, and if you continue to cooperate with us, then we aren't going to have any problem with each other. The only number you are allowed to call with this phone is your parents' number and the number of our boss here. We won't tolerate it if you end up calling someone else with this phone, except both of your parents. Our boss number is the only number you have on the phone, but keep it in mind that you can't call him whenever you like ". The man said while Cecelia just nodded her head, as a means of understanding.

Right there as we are talking, A meaning in a gray suit, tall and bald-pated appears in front of us wearing a chilling facial expression as he glares at us. " Let's go!" He bade as he continues out with a man following him as he leaves. Who I think must be his attorney or an assistant. " I have to go now guys, Can I have your number, At least we will get to talk and I can update you, maybe get some advice? " she suggests. " I will give you mine, Amanda doesn't have a phone yet so you can reach her through me." Sam takes kelly's phone and types in her phone number.

Lucian Slater: Don't move, and don't you fall asleep on me. Just... squeeze my hand as hard as you can. When the homeless man squeezes his fingers, Lucian nods with a smile. Lucian Slater: That's good. That's good. Now take careful, slow breaths. I'm going to call an ambulance. He fishes his phone from his pocket, rapidly dialling the numbers. Barrington Cruso: I nee-call my son. 911 Operator: 911, what is your emergency?

With that thought, I quickly take my phone from my pocket and dial his assistant’s, Arnold's number. The call goes through on the first try. Beep. Beep. No response. I try again, but there’s still no answer. “Damn! Is he ignoring me on purpose?!” Thalie speaks. “Mmm, should I give you Jermaine’s number?” “You have it?” “Yep. A friend of mine gave it to me.” “It’s real, right?” Her smile turns stiff. “Yes. It is.” “Good.” I hand her my phone and ask her to type in the number. Once she’s done, I press dial.

Still on the call, he headed back out to the balcony. I was dodging Bernice and Mark as they came at me, and just as I was about to dial behind my back, my phone started ringing. In the middle of dodging them, my thumb slipped and hit the speaker button, and Mr. Hale's gravelly voice blasted out of my phone. "Hello? Is this Mr. Blackwell, the landlord for Farlon Tower, unit 207?" Bernice still hadn't caught up to what was happening and went for my phone, but Mark had already gone still.

My grip tightened on my phone as I read through the comments. While reading through the comments a call came in. It was from an unknown number, I was hesitant about picking it up as I let it lie there for the first two rings but on the third, I picked it up. I was quiet waiting for the caller to speak up first. “Hello.” The voice at the other end of the phone said, he was a man. “Hello.” I responded. “I believe I'm speaking with Elena Carter, journalist and New York Times?” The mysterious man at the other one on the phone asked.