Scary Ghost Story Called
The Ringing That Wouldn’t Stop

In this age of constant connection, where our phones are our lifelines, what would happen if that very device turned against us? A simple missed call, a faceless voice, and the terror of being watched from somewhere beyond the shadows. As you delve into this scary ghost story, be aware that the next ring you hear might not be just another spam call.

Brace yourself for a haunting that will leave you questioning every vibration and ringtone you hear. Then ask yourself, are you ready to answer?

Brenda
Weird as Ever



Amelia was always glued to her phone. It was a lifeline. It was a habit. And it was necessary in this day and age. Besides, it made her feel safe. What if she were kidnapped or something?

Lately, though, the thing she once relied on had become a source of fear.

It began as a missed call from a number she didn’t recognize. Everyone gets those, right? It was probably a wrong number or a spammer. So she ignored the call, moving on with her day, but like a splinter in her mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.


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The next day, the same number appeared on her screen. Curiosity tempted her, but the call disconnected before she could answer. By the third call, her curiosity had faded, giving way to annoyance. She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the answer button. But something stopped her, an inexplicable sense of foreboding that sent a chill down her spine. She let the phone ring until it fell silent again, leaving a heavy, uncomfortable quiet in its wake. And caller ID was as useless as ever. "Unknown," it said and nothing more. She wanted to dismiss it as some prank or mistake, but the mysterious call gnawed at her.

That night, as she lay in bed, the phone rang again. This time she answered, driven by frustration and curiosity. “Hello?” she answered, her voice steady, despite the nervous flutter in her chest.

For a moment, there was nothing except the crackling of static on the line. She was about to hang up when she heard a voice, distant and hollow, like it was coming from a place far removed from reality. 

“I can see you,” it whispered.

Amelia’s breath caught in her throat. She sat up, clutching the phone to her ear. “Who is this?” she demanded, but the line went dead. She stared at the screen, her heart pounding. She quickly checked her apartment, peering through the blinds and double-checking the locks. There was no one there, of course, but the call drove the uneasy feeling deeper into her consciousness.

The next day, Amelia went about her routine, trying to shake off the events of the previous night. She told herself it was a cruel prank, someone trying to scare her for kicks. But when her phone rang again, the caller ID again reported the call as "Unknown," she hesitated.

When she finally answered, the same voice, hollow and menacing, whispered the same words, “I can see you.”

She slammed the phone down, her hands trembling. The voice had sounded closer this time, more distinct. And when she checked her reflection in the darkened screen of her phone, she saw it. it was a shadowy figure standing right behind her, its eyes glowing with a coldness that was evil and menacing.

Quickly, she spun around but all she saw as her apartment, bathed in the dim light of early evening. But the image of that figure, those eyes, lingered in her mind.


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Over the next few days, the calls became more frequent. Every time her phone rang, she felt a rising dread. The voice never said anything more than those four chilling words, “I can see you,” but that was enough. And each time, when she glanced at her reflection on the screen, the figure was there, closer than the last time. Sometimes, she could almost feel its breath on her neck.

As the calls continued, Amelia became a prisoner in her own home. She turned on the lights and never turned them off. She was hoping the brightness would chase away whatever darkness had crept into her life. Creeped out by the reflection on the phone screen, she avoided mirrors or looking at her phone screen altogether when she didn’t have to. No matter what she did, though, the ringing never stopped.

One night, as the phone rang yet again, she couldn’t take it anymore. The fear had twisted into anger, and she answered with a shout, “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??!!”

This time, the voice was clearer, more distinct than before. “I’m coming for you, Amelia,” the voice said ominously.

She dropped the phone as if it had burned her. The words echoed in her mind, a sinister promise she couldn’t ignore. She rushed to her front door, checking the locks, then moved to the windows, drawing the curtains shut. But deep down, she knew it was futile. Whatever this was, whoever this was, no lock was going to stop it from getting in, if it wanted to.

That night, sleep eluded her. Every creak of the floor, every rustle of the wind outside, set her on edge. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the inevitable.

Just past midnight, the phone rang again. The sound was deafening in the stillness of her apartment. She didn’t want to answer it, but she felt compelled to. With shaking hands, she picked up the phone.

The voice didn’t wait for her to speak this time. “Look behind you,” it hissed.

Amelia froze. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. The fear was paralyzing, gluing her to the spot. The room seemed to grow colder, the darkness more oppressive.

“Look behind you,” the voice repeated, more insistent this time.

Slowly, trance-like, she turned her head. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw it. It was standing in the corner of her room, a shadowy figure, its eyes glowing with that same malevolent light she had seen in her phone’s reflection. It was real, more real than she could have ever imagined.

Amelia screamed. The figure moved closer, its form shifting and flickering like a shadow cast by a dying light. It reached out, its cold, wrinkled hand inches from her face, its iciness seeping into her very soul.

The phone slipped from her hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud. The last thing she heard before everything went black was the sound of the phone ringing once more, a haunting, endless echo in the darkness.

When she awoke, the room was silent, the figure gone. But the phone was still there, lying on the floor, its screen cracked. She reached for it with trembling hands, hoping against hope that it was over.

But as soon as she touched the phone, it began to ring.

Amelia stared at the screen, her breath catching in her throat. The caller ID read: "Unknown." She knew she should ignore it, toss the phone and run, but something compelled her to answer one last time.

With a shaky hand, she lifted the phone to her ear. The voice, now a familiar nightmare, whispered, “I’m heeeere.”

Amelia looked up, her heart stopping as she saw the figure standing before her, its eyes burning with a terrifying light. She dropped the phone as she let out a blood-curdling scream, the darkness closing in around her.

And then, there was nothing but the sound of the phone ringing, ringing, ringing—echoing through the empty apartment, a sound that would never stop.


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Phew! I‘m impressed by your nerve. I didn't think you’d make it through such a scary ghost story, but you did! Before you hang up, keep this in mind: some calls come with more than just a voice on the other end. The haunting echoes of this story are far from over. If you’re brave enough, dive deeper into the world of ghostly encounters and strange happenings. Choose another chilling tale below, but be warned: the ringing will never give up. And once you answer… it never truly stops. So, which story will you call up next? Stay weird! - Brenda

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