Slender Man Phone Number Novels & Stories

" I reached my apartment building, took my phone out and texted Sahana. Me: Hey do you have Jai's number? Sahana: Yea why? Me: Can I have it? Sahana: Yea sure but why tho? Me: I'll explain everything on Saturday Sahana: Oki then here's the number 765-872-9495. Me: tankuu Sahana: no probss I saved the contact and slid my phone back into a pocket as I headed up to my floor. "I'll have it just in case." -------------------------------------------------------------- A/N Hi guyss Hope yall liked this chapter Have a great day everyone :) Love yall 💛

The image of her soft face flickered in my mind, and my chest tightened—not with love, but with the searing burn of an ego that had been stripped raw. Bzzzt… Bzzzt… My phone vibrated against a stack of overdue invoices. An unknown number. Florida area code. I frowned, letting it ring. It persisted. With a groan, I swiped the screen and pressed it to my ear. "Schuyler." "Good evening, Mr. Schuyler. I hope I’m not interrupting a busy night," a woman’s voice purred. It was smooth, professional, yet carried an edge of something predatory.

The inmates of Cell 5 were allowed ten minutes in the hallway to use the public payphone mounted on the stone wall. Chloe waited until the other three inmates were busy talking to a guard near the laundry door. She stepped up to the phone. Her hand was slightly shaky as she pulled the small, folded slip of paper out from her shoe. She picked up the black receiver, pressing it tight against her ear. Then she entered the number slowly 5... 5... 5... 0... 1... 9... 4... RING... RING... Someone answered after the second ring. "Whales Private Security," a deep male voice answered coldly over the line. "State your location and the reason for your call."

The very same voice of the woman who claimed to be Mac’s aunt and took him away, saying she had been looking all over the place for the boy and it was time she sent the child back home. “May I speak to the owner of this phone number?” Justin asked politely. I looked up to meet eyes with Justin as I silently asked him what he was talking about. But as the woman did not answer, Justin continued. “As far as I know, this phone number belongs to a man named Fhadz Ling. So, may I speak to him. This is quite urgent. You might not get to bear the consequences of delaying this phone call, so please, put him on the line. Thank you!”

In truth he doesn’t know exactly how many problems we have. “Well, it looks like we are needed here after all” Mr. Slater says as a call comes in on one of the officers radios. The screeching of it is so loud but there is no mistake as to what it said. “We have a 187 reported. An elderly white male in the forest. Silver hair and medium build is the description of the victim. Suspect a young female wearing a black robe, short brown hair, and brown eyes” then static fills the air.

"this is your new phone, the phone number is the same as before." She thanked him. It was a Samsung S9. She turned it on and flicked through, frowned. "All my contacts, they're gone." Creepily, only Ryan's contact remained. "Mr. Sterling thought you wouldn't need to contact others as you seem to have few friends. It's enough to keep his number only."

Stanley said before picking his phone up and leaving the room. Xyla, on the other hand, sat up painfully. She leaned against the bedhead and started scrolling through Weibo. She didn’t pay any attention to the phone call earlier because she thought it was probably a harassment call. After walking down to the first floor, Stanley immediately searched in his phone’s call history for the number with three nines at the end and pressed the dial button. “Don’t forget to come to my place tomorrow. There’s still one treatment left. Otherwise, I don’t even dare to think what would happen…” A young man’s voice could be heard from the other end of the call.

He's ready to kick the chair. Until his phone rang, a phone call. Haru contemplated for a moment. He looked back and his chest tightened. The messy room, the cut ropes, the cutter, the pills, the chairs. Questioning, what did he just do? "Who is this?" Haru grumbled as he picked up the phone. "Haruki Kato, is it?" The man from the phone answered, and a sly smirk is slowly forming from the silence. "Who are you?" "Let's settle this somewhere. I'll send you the location—"

Dragging myself into the kitchen, I searched for something light to eat. I settled on a bowl of oats mixed with yogurt and fresh fruit. Once I finished preparing it, I carried it back to my bedroom. Just as I sat down, my phone rang again. "Tarzan?" It was the number he'd told me to save in case I changed my mind. My fingers tightened around the phone. What am I supposed to tell him? After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Hello?" "Hello. Is this Sliver's new manager?" It was a woman's voice.

- I will talk, please don't hurt me anymore. He begins to speak: - I have a phone that stayed at home; I can contact him with this phone. - And how do you reach him, under what name is it registered? - When he handed me the phone, he told me he registered his number under the name: Invisible. - You mean his name is Invisible. - Yes, sir. - Very well, where is this phone located? Under my bed, I opened a hidden compartment inside my bed. - Okay, you can die now. But when we find the phone. You can remove it from his anus.