Scary Stories

Mysterious Phone Calls

Mysterious Phone Calls is a spooky ghost story about a man who lives alone in an apartment and starts receiving strange calls at night. It is based on a Japanese ghost story that is supposedly true.

One night, when Mr. Beppu finally finished work, it was very late and he was very tired. When he got back to his apartment, he turned on the lights, hung his coat up in the hallway and was just about to go to bed and rest his weary head when the phone started ringing.

Briiiiiiing… Briiiiiiing… Briiiiiiing…

“Who could that be at this time of night?” he wondered.

When Mr. Beppu picked up the handset and put it to his ear, he heard a raspy voice on the other end.

“Ah… Ah… Ugh… Ah… Ah… Ugh…”

The voice sounded like an old man on the verge of death.

“What’s wrong?” Mr. Beppu immediately asked. “Are you OK?”

Just then, the call was cut off.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

Shrugging his shoulders, he hung up the phone and went to bed.

The next day, at work, Mr. Beppu couldn’t stop thinking about the mysterious phone call.

That night, when Mr. Beppu arrived home from work, he was very tired as usual. He was just about to go to bed when the phone started ringing again.

Briiiiiiing… Briiiiiiing… Briiiiiiing…

Mr. Beppu picked up the handset and heard the same raspy voice as before.

“Ah… Ah… Ugh… Ah… Ah… Ugh…”

“Who is this?” Mr. Beppu demanded.

The call was cut off again.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

Over the next two days, Mr. Beppu kept receiving the same mysterious phone calls when he got home at night. By the 5th night, Mr. Beppu had had enough and when the phone started ringing again, he lost his temper.

Briiiiiiing… Briiiiiiing… Briiiiiiing…

“Ah… Ah… Ugh… Ah… Ah… Ugh…”

“What do you want from me?” Mr. Beppu demanded. “What is going on?”

Beep… Beep… Beep…

Briiiiiiing… Briiiiiiing… Briiiiiiing…

“Ah… Ah… Ugh… Ah… Ah… Ugh…”

“STOP CALLING ME!!!!” Mr. Beppu shouted.

He was so angry that he ripped the phone cord out of the wall.

All of a sudden, bright red blood started oozing out of the phone’s mouthpiece. It dribbled all over Mr. Beppu’s chin and dripped down onto his shirt and tie. He let out a strangled scream and recoiled in horror as he dropped the handset.

Mr. Beppu was horrified. He turned around and started to run out of his apartment, but when he opened his front door, he was shocked to see a dark figure standing in the hallway. As he watched in horror, the figure turned to face him and Mr. Beppu screamed in terror.

It was an old man with wild, staring eyes and blood dripping from his mouth. He was blocking the only exit. There was no way out.

The old man opened his mouth wide and blood began pouring out. Mr. Beppu dropped to his knees and cowered in the doorway as the horrific figure came shuffling towards him.

“No!” Mr. Beppu cried. “Stay away from me!”

The old man came closer and closer. It was all too much for Mr. Beppu. He fainted.

When he woke up, Mr. Beppu found himself lying in the hallway. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he was alone and uninjured. Scrambling to his feet, he ran out of the apartment building and went straight to his friend’s house.

After calming himself down, Mr. Beppu told his friend the whole story.

The friend had lived in the area all his life. He told Mr. Beppu that long before the apartment building had been constructed, there were houses on that site. In one of the houses, there had lived an old man. One day, the old man was walking down the street, minding his own business, when he was hit by a car. The driver sped off without calling an ambulance. Nobody stopped to help the old man. He lay in the gutter for hours, weakly begging for help, before he finally died.

When Mr. Beppu heard that, a chill ran down his spine.

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