29 Creepy Ass Phone Call Stories That Will Make You Toss And Turn Tonight

5. A stranger called with my father’s phone number

Happened last semester when I was typing my report for one of the courses… My phone rang and the caller ID said it’s my dad. I was at home in my room and my dad’s at home too. So I thought, “wtf can’t he just come into my room and talk to me?”

So I picked up the phone, it wasn’t dad’s voice, it was a male angsty voice that went “who the fuck you think you are?” and hung up.

Wtf? I went out of my room looking for my dad. He was just chilling on the couch in the living room reading his newspapers. His mobile phone was on the dining table, and he didn’t seem to be using it.

I told him about it and no, he didn’t use his mobile phone. So I tried calling his number again, his phone rang. So who the fuck was that guy who apparently called using my dad’s number?!?!

Still can’t figure out this shit.

6. My uncle gave us a weird call during the war

Before the war between Russia and Georgia, my uncle was in Georgia doing some sort of Telecom work. He calls us a few days before war breaks out and says “If anyone calls, you don’t know me, OK? You aren’t my family, understand?”

Sure enough, about a week into the war, someone with a slight Russian accent calls and asks “Do you know [Uncle]?” We said no, and hung up terrified.

7. A woman accused me of being her rapist

Years back I drove a yellow cab. I got lots of unknown numbers calling when I was off duty to book for later so I picked up. There was a girl on the line who I didn’t know, she started asking me about some party we met at and that we’d hooked up. Something’s wrong so I politely but firmly know she had the wrong number. She goes on to allege that I’d forced her to do things, and that I had to admit to them to give her closure. I’ve carefully denied everything, avoiding apologetic language and making it clear I have no part in any of this.

She starts going on about how does she have my name and number, I’m confused as well. So I ask what night this all went down and realize not only was I driving my yellow cab but that she was a passenger of mine. She had my number because I gave her a card. I informed her that I had timestamped video of the pickup, drive and drop off, dispatch notes, proof I was the only person in the world that COULDN’T have been her rapist. Worst part was she tried to book a ride with me months later while drunk again. Fucking A what is wrong with people?

Holly is the author of Severe(d): A Creepy Poetry Collection.

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