They Call Me Lil Spooky Novels & Stories

I hurriedly tapped the watch and leaned close to Tommy. “Do you remember your Mama’s phone number, Tommy?” He nodded and forced out the numbers one by one. I quickly dialed them. A few seconds later, a familiar voice came through the receiver. “Why are you calling my phone? Have you decided now?” I frowned. Why did her voice sound so familiar? A terrifying suspicion crept into my mind. Time was too short to dwell on it. I hurriedly said, “Are you Tommy Spark’s mother? We’re trapped in the haunted house at Little Tots Amusement Park.

If it were not for them, I would have already started spamming Andrew's phone with calls and eventually tried to force his hand by jumping into the river. I was very thankful for these dreams. It felt as if I had been reborn; I could make changes so I did not end up with the same horrible fate. Finally, on the third try, my call was picked up. I held the phone tightly and held it close to my ear. The name "Spencer" rolled across the tip of my tongue multiple times before I was able to say it out loud. The rain was still pouring heavily, and it muted the surrounding noises. Only Spencer Lithgow's voice, with a hint of tiredness, rang out, "Kaylee?"

“Daddy, maybe we should call them and catch Scarlett because she’s terrifying at most times.” Onyx, Sapphire, and Katie nodded, agreeing with him. I pressed my lips together, unsure whether to laugh or get mad. “Yeah,” I said, looking at Aya. “You’re right. This conversation isn’t going to be easy. I’m calling -” “The ghostbusters?” Onyx blinked at me, his mouth gaping at me. I smiled, tousling his hair. “No, baby. I’m calling someone better than the ghostbuster,” I muttered, thinking of reaching for Miles and Mike to get more answers.

she looked at Jemi and lied "yeah, I'm cool, sorry I haven't called." "It's fine, been busy here, feeling like an 8-year-old given chores, did nothing but still stressed out" "I know how that feels" "and Meera, Meera calls every minute it's becoming embarrassing," he chuckled "Lily now knows her and even picks the call before I'm in any way close to the phone" Lily was his niece. "you sound like you're having a nice time" "Honestly I am, the crowd of people, the fun doesn't run out"

Bratty Lady. This was the registered name of the caller with this number. It was a call from Lilith Craig. A woman I happened to bump into while she was being harassed at a club where I would usually go during my day off to get a good drink and get laid when I wanted to. I did not know she would start annoying me after that incident. She was annoying because she wouldn’t stop chasing me, although I have been blatant and frank that I do not want girls of her kind.

CHAPTER 32 (Coma) . . . . 🔥🔥Genre: Trilling romance and suspense✨✨ 💝Written by:💝 💖Jesudamilola Abiola💝 . . . Scott's POV I reached out to my phone only to found out the caller was Lilian "How come she is calling me...like how is it possible? I thought we are not on good terms with each other," I thought to myself looking somehow confused I sighed a bit before picking he call

Corey was only afraid of two people—Lucille, who was currently on the verge of losing her temper, and Luther, who was currently far away in Sylvania. Spencer had just come to the office and overheard Lucille. As he heard the rage in her tone, he realized it was the first time he'd seen her this mad and resigned. Had she just mentioned Sylvania? He'd been there once, but it wasn't someplace just anyone could go. "Who are you calling?" Spencer asked casually. "Some mindless pig," Lucille quickly replied. The mindless pig, Corey, remained silent. He was flabbergasted that she'd actually called him that.

Malik grabbed Sarai, pulling her behind him. Aunt Dee chanted a spell so old the air vibrated painfully. The ground cracked open beneath them. A portal wild, unstable, glowing gold and black—yawned wide. “Jump!” Aunt Dee screamed. Azrael lunged. Malik wrapped his arms around Sarai. And they fell. Azrael’s scream echoed as the portal snapped shut.

Bella piped up from the side. "That one's from Mr. Lawson in Sales. He even printed it in color. So thoughtful, right?" I said nothing and kept flipping. One page was just a massive QR code. Beside it, someone had scrawled: [Dear finance ladies, scan this yourselves.] I set the whole stack down and looked straight at her. The truth hovered right there— 'We're in the middle of an IPO. None of this is even remotely approvable.'

Inside a child’s room of an ancient castle under Linders Range. Spike sat in front of his computer while holding a phone. He looked aggrieved. ‘I didn’t make a wrong call. ‘I mustered a lot of courage to call you.’ Spike played the recording of the phone call just now. “Hello? “Hello? “Hello? Who’s this?” “No one is talking. The person must’ve made a wrong call.” … Spike listened to it over and over again.