Voice Claims Novels & Stories

Against my better judgment, I answered. "Serena Vaughn." "Is this the whore who was sleeping with Damien Blackwood?" The voice was male, angry, full of hate. I hung up immediately, but the phone rang again. A different number, but probably the same kind of call. "Don't answer it," Elena said quickly. "Lucas set up a new voicemail system. All unknown numbers go straight to voicemail now." "How many calls have there been?" "Hundreds," Elena said quietly. "Since the interview aired. Most of them are... unpleasant."

Most likely one of those spam calls, so I let it go to the robotic voicemail set up. My phone rings again after a moment, same number. I frown at the phone and tap the little green button, allowing me to answer it. I put it up to my ear. "Start counting down." I freeze up at the tone of voice on the other end. The voice is distorted and robotic and yet so full of venom. It's impossible to tell who's on the other end. "What?" I finally manage to ask, my voice cracking slightly. "Surprised? You should have known it wouldn't take us long to catch up with you."

Without delay, she transferred the money to the one she called earlier. The next day, Viona went to JJ’s Properties and worked as usual, but at 10.25 a.m., she called Emily. Since Emily didn’t know Viona’s number, she ignored it at first. So Viona called Emily again. “Pick it up, silly girl!” she groaned. Since the caller was determined, finally Emily picked up the call. “Hello?” Viona grinned and played the voice recording she had already prepared, and soon, Emily could hear moans, groans, and kissing sounds.

"Hello, we are off services at the moment. You can call during work hours." "Wait. Wait, please. I'm calling to speak to Donald. He's my boyfriend." "Mr Donald left the office hours ago," the voice replied calmly. "Please, make your request known during work hours. We offer the best services. Thank you." "Hello! Are you saying…? Hello. Are you there?"

Even if that was supposed to be the case, the voice had already been modulated, and therefore hard to detect the age or gender of the caller. "You f#cking asshole! I know it's you, Landon. We've never met but I know exactly what you and I promise you will pay for every pain you cause my wife! I promise I will make you pay!" Cruz bawled furiously as he couldn't control his anger any longer. His loud voice pulled Klaus's attention to the room as he came running. "Will that bring her back to life after death?" The caller asked and a wave of fear swept through Cruz.

For a second I considered ignoring it but I ended up answering. “This is Alexander Voss.” Silence met my words as a few crackles followed then a distorted, cold and mechanical voice finally spoke. It’s the exact same voice from the messages that had appeared across my company’s systems. “Alexander Lucien Voss.” The distorted voice called out my full name, making my eyes widened in surprise.

Liora Denverux POV “Do not proceed, we listened to the voice recording, first,” The clerk handed over Victor’s phone to the Judge. “You have to be my witness, Victor,” a voice which sounds like me came through the phone. “I can't…I can't do that to Camille,” Victor voiced. “Maybe I should call Damien, his family have enough power to make your career ruined in a day…,” that's my voice again, I clench my fist.

Joey spoke. "Good." A voice came from the other side of the call. "Have there been any problems? Is she putting up a fight?" I tried to recognise his voice, but no one came to mind. I wasn’t good with remembering voices in any case, but it definitely wasn’t someone that close to Kiara. Otherwise, I would recognise his voice, right? "N-no, sir. She is asleep at the moment." Vin quickly replied.

The other policeman did not agree with her idea. “You can ask the telecommunication company to keep an eye on my call records. I guess you have the right to go through them. You’ll be able to know every person and time when I make a call. If my phone sets up a call forwarding feature for a number in advance, the call will display the person’s phone number. Besides, it's not hard to find someone with a voice similar to mine, is it?” Summer stood quietly.

Detective Logan gripped her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white while her jaw clenched in fury. "That call we just took..." she spat. "...The voice was either a pre-recorded deepfake or those two are the killers." Above us, the bleak lights of the station hummed on, casting a sickening white glow over everything.