Slender Man Phone Number Novels & Stories

He slid the phone across his palm, his reflection faint in the broken glass of its screen. But he wasn't finished yet. Not with one call. The phone buzzed faintly in his hand as he dialed another number.... A number he had memorized long before stepping foot in this house. A number that belonged to someone whose name was spoken in hushed whispers, even among the Atlans. The line connected, and a different voice filled the silence. This one was rough, hoarse, like gravel grinding together. "Hey… little boy," the man said. "It's Joel Gonzalez". The Atlans' lord's second right-hand man. Ruthless and Calculating.

"He doesn't love me like before. He's slipping away. Choosing her and hoosing them." I stand up with glass crunches under my feet. "No. He's mine. Mine and mine alone. I won't let anyone take him away from me. Never." I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts. Find the number I've been saving for months. Just in case. The phone rings twice. "Yeah?" A man's voice. Deep and rough. The kind of voice that doesn't ask questions. "Shakzy. It's Sandra Seaman." "Been a while. What do you need?"

My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds. Faith stood up and asked, "Messages from Rita?" I glanced at the contact name and nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward into a smile.

Wu raised his hand to ask for his cell phone. Mr. Woodward only has a cell phone, that’s the facility his boss gave him. He timidly gave the smart phone to Mr. Wu. It was only when the middle-aged man was about to give it to Nicko that Mr. Woodward spoke up and told him about the Shelton family. “Shelton you say?” Raina who was very familiar with that name asked. “That’s right Miss Rayes, you can check from the call log on my phone. He deliberately did not use the number that has been used to communicate with you, “ the man who was still kneeling explained.

Assholes, that was what they were. The intercom across my desk crackled and a loud voice sounded through, imitating the other same devices in the station. “All units, this is Lieutenant Larson. We’ve got a confirmed 187—male, mid-forties. Throat slit, signs of mutilation. Caller claims it looks like the Maestro was there. First unit on scene will require backup. Access with caution.”

Camila walked into the living room with her phone. I pulled my phone from my back pocket and called the number on the screen. It was only eleven o’clock. More than likely, the Green Lady Lounge wouldn’t even be open. As I was about to hang up, I heard a voice. “Green Lady Lounge, how can I help you?” My hands began to tremble. “This is a long shot, but I’m looking for Leah Renner.” “No one works here by that name.” “I was wondering if you knew how I could get ahold of her.”

He waited for the other party to answer with an expectant face. Skylar had just prepared lunch for her grandmother. When she heard her phone ring, she wiped her hands and saw a strange number. She frowned and picked it up. "Hello, who is it?" "Pretty sister, it's me! Do you still remember me?" The voice of a tender and cute little boy came from the other end of the line. Skylar immediately stretched her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Are you the child who asked for my phone number last time?"

Fair trade, right? My phone took me out of my crazy thoughts, and I thought it was Tammie calling to check up on me as I reached out to answer. However, the number on the screen was unknown, and I answered it with hesitation. "Hello?" "Miss Shelton?" The voice sounded very posh and old. "Yes,” I said slowly and cautiously. “Who am I speaking to?" "My name is Thomas Fletcher, and I am aware of your...mishap with my grandson."

She glanced around and reached beside her for a discarded shirt to scrub away some of the blood. "Here, take this," Selena said, passing the cell phone back to Gina and eyeing her as though to make sure she wasn't about to completely freak out. "I'm no good with these. I got him to tell me the code while he was moving the bodies, it's 7089." Gina took it and typed the code in. She was relieved when the phone actually unlocked, and she immediately called Alejandro. He picked up right away, growling, "Si, who is this?"

I rasped, "Where are you?" He chuckled, his voice low and even. "I'll send you an address. Hurry little bunny, I don’t like to wait.” Before I could question him further, he hung up. My phone buzzed almost immediately, a text message containing an address. I glanced at it, my grip on my phone tightening. It was one of the hotels owned by Slade Corporation. “Take me to this location.” I told the driver and he turned around at once.