People Describe Their Creepiest Phone Calls They Still Can't Explain
We've all had our fair share of wrong numbers. More often than not they're pretty harmless. You tell the other person they made a mistake and then you go about your day. But sometimes, you get a phone call that sticks with you the rest of your life. The kind you can't explain. You know, the ones you can only describe as "phone call creepypasta" (or perhaps even "cell phone creepypasta").
Well, the good news is you're not alone. There are tons of people who got creepy phone calls. And chances are, theirs have been just as bad if not worse. Several Reddit users shared their tales of the creepiest phone calls they've ever had over the years. These are the phone calls that have kept people up at night for weeks or even years. Were they real people? Ghosts? Versions of people from a parallel dimension? We'll never know - but it sure is creepy to think about.
Mysterious Calls Of Hellish Static
"A few years ago my brother would get a call on his cellphone around 2-3 am every night. He would answer and it was this hellish sounding noise. Like static mixed with screams. He changed his cell number after a month of this and it stopped.
Then after a week or so it began again. The exact same noise. Exact same time. Finally one day he decided to back dial the call. It was an old man that had no clue what he was talking about. Still the calls persisted. If he didn't answer, it would call a few more times. No messages were left.
He decided to say screw it. Ended his contract with his phone company, switched to a new one, and then got another new number. You guessed it, the screaming static calls continued after a short delay. By this time he was terrified every night. Unsure why this was happening, he back-dialed the number again and got a different person.
Around this time he lost his job and his phone. The calls stopped of course. His phone was disconnected now. So one day my mom asks me to listen to this weird message she got on our home phone.
It was the static screaming. We showed my brother and he was freaking out. He back-dialed the number again and it said the number was disconnected this time. Never heard from it again after that."
A Mysterious Caller Leads To Repressed Memories
"When my sister was young, my parents got her a personal 'phone' - a landline so that she could feel 'special.' Yes, she was extra spoiled.
It was a pre-paid landline though, so basically no one could call in or out if she ran out of credit, much like a mobile phone. Anyway, every night at 3 am her phone would ring. She said there was a man on the other line, and she would get really scared and come running to my room. It escalated to the point that I asked her to please disconnect her phone before going to sleep because it was becoming extremely annoying to get woken up every single night by this 'person' that called her. Eventually she just got rid of the phone.
A few years ago we were talking about it, and she confessed that her phone continued to ring even after she disconnected it, which is why she said she didn't want it anymore. She has no recollection of what the person on the other end was saying, or maybe she's just completely blocked it out."
A Dead Man Calls To Say Hello
"About a couple weeks after I was born my dad's best friend, Jim, died. They were really close, and one of the last things he wanted was to hold little me before he passed. His wish was filled, and some short time after that he was gone.
Fast forward seven years. I'm now a happy 7-year-old with a 5-year-old brother and recently born sister. One day the phone rings, and with my mom out and dad in the washroom I thought it was going to be ignored as we kids were still too young to answer the phone (no call display, we didn't know if there would be a stranger). But my brother broke the rules and answered. 'Hello?'
At this point my dad is out of the washroom and is asking my brother to hand him the phone. He ignores him and keeps listening to whoever is speaking. Before my dad could ask a second time my brother hangs up, looks at him and says, 'Jim says hi, and he misses SkywingNova,' then goes back to playing. The look of shock my dad had is what I remember most about this."
Calls For A Mysterious Woman End In Death
"When I was a child we would frequently get calls for a woman named Tanya. Didn't seem like a big deal, she had the same last name as us, although it's quite a common one around here.
When we moved across the city and phone books stopped being the go-to for finding somebody's number, the calls for Tanya gradually stopped. Those days seemed to have ended and we carried on, forgetting about the mysterious Tanya.
It was about four years ago that she popped up in our lives again.
I was driving home from work one afternoon and was greeted by a pretty grisly car wreck at the turn to my house - two cars had collided and one had wrapped itself around the signage pole that had house numbers and directions on it, one of which was my house number.
Several days later we get a call from the police. They asked if Tanya was at this residence. Her car was found wrapped around a pole - down the street from my house - and she was nowhere to be found at the accident site.
Haven't heard anything about her since."
Demons Influence Death Threats Over The Phone
"When I was younger my family was extremely poor and lived in a very old mobile home on some land my grandpa owned. This piece of land was in a very small town out in the middle of nowhere Texas and covered in woods. The town itself was your typical small country town where football was king and there was nothing to do but get drunk or high on the weekend. It was also the type of town, along with it being early '90s, where one didn't typically have to worry too much about locking their doors or setting an alarm.
Now, our trailer was a two-bedroom and my parents, always putting us kids ahead of themselves, slept in the living room on a fold-out couch. My room was directly connected to it and my sister[']s room was down a hallway past the kitchen and bathroom at the other end of the trailer.
One night, after everyone had gone to bed, my dad is woken up by a feeling that there is someone in the room. He looks around a bit and sees a large male figure sitting in the easy chair just feet from the bed. My dad quickly flipped on the light switch next to his bed and saw it was a neighbor from down the road named Carter. Carter was known to be a frequent drug user and was often in trouble with the law because of this.
My dad asked him what the f*ck he was doing here and told him to get out and he responded. 'I can't get out. The demons are chasing me and your house is the only safe one.' My dad, who I should mention is fairly large and terrifying person, responded that if he didn't get out and get out quickly that the house would be a lot less safe for him. 'If I leave they'll get me! They've been chasing me all night. If they catch me I'm dead.' My dad's response was that there were no demons but that if he didn't get the f*ck out of his house that he'd be dead. From what I've been told, since I was asleep for this part, my mom also hurled a few threats and, while she may not be big, she was equally as terrifying. I believe it was her anger that finally scared him off.
My dad got up and locked the door and watched through the blinds as Carter decided, since he couldn't outrun the demons he'd steal our old beater Suburban that my dad always left the keys in. He drove around for about an hour. We called the police and it took them about that long to get out to us since the closest police station was about 20 or 30 minutes away. He finally brought it back and was arrested and taken to jail. He was deemed crazy and ended up locked in a mental institution.
The scariest part is that for years after this we'd get phone calls where all we'd here (sic) is music that would have lyrics like 'I'm going to f*cking kill you!' These calls lasted for years and followed us from house to house even though we always had different numbers and would even be in different states. We always thought it was him sending us a message.
The calls stopped when I was about 12. I later found out that it was around that time that Carter thought the best thing he could do for himself was soak himself in gasoline and set himself on fire."
Grandma Called From Her Coffin
"My grandmother died of brain cancer about 20 years ago. About two weeks after she died I was hanging out over at my parent's place and my mom got a call - no number, no unknown number, just blank caller ID.
She answered it, got quiet, hung up and went to her room without saying anything. When I finally got her to talk about it she said it was her mother, saying she was trapped and please come get her because they wouldn't let her leave, over and over again, and then the phone disconnected.
I asked her about it a few years ago and she denied that it happened for a bit and then admitted that it had happened two more times that year and then stopped, but she didn't want to discuss it anymore."