Slender Man Phone Number Novels & Stories

"I'm coming back next weekend. I will bring you an unlisted cell phone. Keep it off except when you can get away and call me. To be safe I will include a slip of paper with my cell phone number on it. Only the last two numbers will be two digits high. My number ends in 4725 but on the slip it will say 4747. That way if someone sees it they still won't have my number." "How will you get the phone to me?"

She pulled it out and looked up, “it is the same number again.” “Answer it.” He said as he looked at her. “They aren’t leaving a voice mail.” “Hello?” she said as she hit the answer button. “is this Sara Green of Timberland drive?” the person asked. “Yes.” She replied, and Garret looked at her with a look. The phone was on speaker.

Before I could thank him for the ride and the little bonding moment we shared, he gave a small nod, that unreadable look in his eyes again. “Wanna come in?” I offered. He stared at me with an amused look and slowly nodded in response. “I'd only stay for a while though and after that—It's straight to bed.” I sighed, heading inside. The apartment felt unusually quiet. Just as I was about to change get into bed, my phone started ringing from the nightstand. I frowned, picking it up. “Hello?” “Jhelani! Oh my God, you’re not going to believe this,” the voice on the other end squealed. It was Sloane, a staff from the hospital. She was very nice to me at the hospital so we had exchanged contacts.

My fingers found the worn leather pouch inside, trembling slightly as I untied the strings. A tiny silver phone fell into my palm. I hadn’t used this phone in years. It was untraceable, something I kept for emergencies. And tonight felt like an emergency. I sat on the bed, the mattress sinking under my weight as I dialed the number I knew by heart. It rang only once before a gruff voice answered. “Who is this?” the man asked, his voice carrying the rasp of someone who smoked too much and slept too little. “It’s me,” I said softly, leaning back against the headboard. “It’s Indira.”

“I need an address associated with it.” Damon didn’t even blink at the request. “Give me an hour.” I ended the call, my fingers drumming on the desk. I knew Damon was efficient. The man had connections in every corner of the city from telecom companies to local law enforcement. It wouldn’t take him long to pull the information I needed. Forty-five minutes later, Damon called back. “I’ve got it,” he said. “The number belongs to Williams Caleb, registered to an apartment on West 12th Street, top floor. It’s not far from your office.”

Jenna took out her cell phone, "Let's exchange phone numbers for contact." The man took her phone and typed in his number and was about to save his name when Jenna took it over and typed in "Slave". The man frowned, obviously not happy with the name.

she said before the phone disconnected. Shaking my head, I scrolled through the numbers in my phone hitting send on Skylar’s number. “I’m kind of busy at the moment” Skylar said as glass shattered on the other side of the line. “What the hell is going on” I asked gripping the phone tightly. “Well, you know this and that, give me one….” a loud pop sounded as the man screamed in the background. “Second, Sit there and shut your mouth I’m on the phone, rude!” He warned to whoever that painful scream belonged to

Did he just say that the Wade family owned Shangri-Las? He responded reflexively, “You’re not bluffing, are you?” “Of course not. The person in charge of Aurous Hill’s Shangri-La is Isaac Cameron, his number is 155…, please give him a call and he will settle everything for you.” “Okay.” Sabrina was a little agitated by Charlie’s attitude, staring at his phone and texting while she was mocking him. She felt like she was abusing a dog and of course, she wanted to hear the dog yelp.

Fasting asked. " Yes, they have agent Thomas's cell phone, " the man who happened to be on the other end of the line spoke. It was Shola, and Fasting could already tell. Fasting took a deep breath, and from the way he sighed, Shola could detect his disappointment.

Without bothering to answer her, the man pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Hello, this is Liam Vidal. I want you to do something for me.”