Voice Claims Novels & Stories

“We are here too. We won’t let him do anything he shouldn’t.” My finger trembles. Ted’s words give me the last bit of confidence I need. I accept the call and put it on speakerphone. Just as I open my mouth, I remember to make my voice sound deep. Without hesitation and with a deep voice, I grunt, “What do you want?”

The same voice questioned, sounding less automated. “Do you answer all your calls like that?” I giggled, shaking my head. Who knew a vampire would be so funny. But I suppose I should reevaluate my views on all supernatural beings. I was given a very one-sided view growing up as an Adio. “Well, if it isn’t my savior, Isis Adio. I’d know that voice anywhere. And yes, for numbers I don’t recognize. Weeds out those automated phone calls and the telemarketers real fast.” Caleb chuckled.

"We were enjoying our holiday before being suddenly called in to work! Now, not only are we not getting the promised overtime pay, but we also have to foot the company's phone bills ourselves! "Stan made over 1,000 calls a day just to land clients and completely lost his voice!"

Now, the voice was left alone in the room. Though the voice does know that the two rookie undercover spies were walking down the ground floor and out of the building— it has eyes all over the place after all. Once the voice was sure that the two rookie undercover spies were out of the premises, the voice then rang the ground floor staff and ordered them to bring another set of meals. And to also clear the table inside the VIP room. The staff understood the order and hung up the phone. Meanwhile, the voice walked out of a room and entered another. While waiting for the staff to arrive with the food and to clean the table, the owner of the voice took this chance to pick up the cameras they had

For some reason, she sensed I was sensitive about the topic. Both calls went into voicemail. I've tried calling Fabrico but he doesn't pick. I just keep hearing the female robotic voice and it's pissing me off. I thought of calling his office phone but it'd be super weird if his PA picks the call. I don't even want to seem desperate but I need to hear his voice and know if he's seen the news. Oh of course he has. He literally lives in that kind of world where he's on the news headline every day.

"Alright, I'll wait. We'll see who comes first tomorrow, your money or the police who handcuffed you." Joyce felt her blood rise to her head, her face heated with both anger and fear. But Lucas wasn't done yet. He took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and put it on speakerphone. "I'll prove right now that I'm not lying," he said in a challenging tone. Joyce looked at him nervously. Her heart was beating fast. She wanted to deny it, but she was also afraid that Lucas was right. Shortly after, the call was connected. The soft voice of a customer service representative came over the speaker. "Hello, how may I help you?"

Ding, Ding. “Boss” the voice from the other end spoke “Speak” I responded with a sore throat. I just sent you a copy of what you asked me to look into.” He said Beep. The call disconnected. When I scrolled down my breath hitched.

I look at my wrist watch and see it's only 6pm so I pick up my phone and dial a number. It rings immediately but then connects with a crackle, and a distorting voice that I hear. “Hello. How did it go?” The signal breaks again, then it returns faintly. “Boss we delivered a clean job, no witness, no evidence.” A voice responds from the other end. I nod repeatedly with a grin. “Good. And you're sure it looks like an accident?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. Another burst of noise drifts for a moment. “Absolutely. It indeed looks like it. I've been into this job for years now.” the voice confidently assures.

Timothy's POV My phone rang at 2 AM. I was not fully asleep so the phone's vibration on the nightstand pulled me the rest of the way up before the second ring. It was an unknown number. Without thinking, I answered. The voice that came through was distorted. Digitally processed into something flat and genderless, the voice of someone who understood that anonymity was its own kind of power. "Mr. Chase," it said. "We thought it was time to speak directly."

I leaned close to his head, my ear pressed against the back of the plastic casing so I could hear the line. Static hissed through the speaker. Three long seconds passed in total silence. Then, a low, mechanical voice echoed through the line. It wasn't a human voice. It was a digital voice generator, flat and cold. "Dominic Vance," the voice said. Dominic's hand went so tight around the phone I thought the plastic would shatter. "Who is this?" Dominic asked, his tone dropping into a deadly whisper. "Agent Harris gave you the drive key," the digital voice said, ignoring his question. "He thinks the master ledger is complete. He thinks the board is destroyed."