Prep School Speakeasy

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Boothworld Industries Employee Manual

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Welp. I’m in the final phases of creating the Boothworld Industries Employee Manual. Inside you’ll find an anthology of stories revolving around Boothworld. Is that all?

… do you even know me?

There’s a wholesome connect-the-dots, an uplifting color-by-number, and a “choose your own death” that runs upside-down along the bottom of each page. I’ve filled out the whole thing, but thought you all might want to play along. Respond to this post with your idea of an interesting death and you might just find it included in the final product.

We at Boothworld Industries say thanks and welcome to the club.

Let’s Play Doctor! (Lucy Mecrea & Mark Mecrea)


Let’s Play Doctor! (Lucy Mecrea & Mark Mecrea) 

Christopher Bloodworth


O ne of the most popular images on the internet also has the darkest, unknown back story you’ll ever read.

On April 25, 2006, Dr. Lucy Mecrea gave the two Mecrea boys a fruit smoothie to take to her husband, Mark Mecrea. She told the boys that they were going to play a silly joke on their father.

Unbeknownst to Mark, the smoothie was dosed with both Ambien and Lunesta. After drinking the smoothie, Mark soon grew sleepy and retired to the bedroom to take a nap. The combined dosage of Ambien and Lunesta was enough to keep Mark under for several hours.

With Mark unconscious, Lucy asked her boys if they wanted to play doctor and pretend that they were her.

The boys said yes, and Lucy gave them several syringes each that were filled with “medicine to make daddy feel all better again.” The boys then had a field day with the syringes and their father. The coroner noted that Mark Mecrea had over 400 puncture wounds in various locations from the syringes. In each syringe was a cocktail of bleach, antifreeze, codeine, and promethazine.

In the picture, you can even see a place on the pillow where one of the boys accidentally squirted one of the syringes.

Left behind, pinned to a dead Mark Mecrea’s chest with a syringe was this cryptic note: I’ve just awoken from the most lovely, sick dream. I’m nice, I swear. I only ever wanted to live until Marchtember Oneteenth. George Costanza knows that also I love food. Soon my boys will too.

Lucy was found two years later, living in a tiny cabin in Crestline, California. Her children’s bones were found jumbled up and buried in the back yard. The bones showed evidence of teeth marks.

The candid image of the blissful Mecrea boys posing for the camera with the body of their murdered father continues to be uploaded across the web because the children appear to be enjoying themselves and the father is just enduring it.

The image is said to be parenthood in a nutshell.

The back story is much darker.

You wan see uh show?


You wan see uh show? 

Christopher Bloodworth


B y 1962, most freak shows no longer toured the country.

One lesser known group continued to tour well into the 1970’s. This group toured under the moniker “Victoria Mae’s Children.” The Children, as they later became known, posted billboards and canvases along the main streets of the towns they visited. The murals showed images of brightly colored unicorns, flying fish with diamond scales, and mermaids with long flowing blonde hair. They advertised a one night only show that the locals had never seen the likes of.

Naturally these images brought the local population out in droves, but most visitors left feeling ripped off as a result of the rigged carnival games, badly stitched taxidermy, and terrible food.

Pure disappointment.

In every town The Children visited, one set of parents felt heartbreak.

The following account was recreated from the testimony of a young boy that escaped.

“You wan see uh show?”

These were the words 9 year old Jimmy Hale heard on the night The Children visited Odessa, a tiny town in west Texas.

“What kind of show?” Jimmy asked.

“You’ll see,” a woman in a white shawl said.

Jimmy shrugged and followed her. As they walked, the woman greeted all of the other freak show workers by name. The workers smiled at her, but when they looked at Jimmy, he saw pity in their eyes.

A growing sense of unease fell upon Jimmy as they arrived at their destination.

The woman in white held open the flap of a night black canvas tent for him. Above the flap was a red sign with pink paint that read, “Victoria Mae’s Children, starring Jimmy Hale.”

“How did you know my name?” Jimmy asked.

“Children told me,” the woman answered.

Jimmy shrugged as he walked into the tent. It was a pretty good trick.

The inside of the tent was pitch black until the woman lit an oil lamp that hung down from at the center. Jimmy’s eyes grew wide as he looked around the tent. Shelves filled with glass jars lined the walls. Inside each jar was what appeared to be a human head. Children’s heads.

Jimmy tore his eyes off the shelves and looked at the center of the tent. The woman in white ducked under a large table that stood there, framed in the dancing light of the oil lamp. A black sheet with two holes cut in the center covered the table.

As Jimmy opened his mouth to say he wanted to leave, two puppets sprouted from the holes.

“You wan see uh show?” The one on the right asked in the woman’s voice, turning to the other puppet.

Jimmy took a step forward, his mouth open.

The puppet on the left turned to face Jimmy and a man’s voice came out of the puppet’s moving mouth. “I’ll give you a show you’ll never forget, kid.”

Jimmy turned to run as both puppets started to laugh. Two different voices. One male. One female.

Jimmy swore to police that all of the children’s heads in the jars opened their eyes and laughed as he ran from the tent.

When police went to inspect the campgrounds, they found no trace of a tent with heads in jars. They found no trace of a woman in white, or even a table.

Assuming Jimmy was crying wolf, they headed home for the night.

The next morning, Victoria Mae’s Children were packed and gone, never to be seen again.

Sitting on Jimmy Hale’s front porch was a wooden box. The contents of that box are pictured above.

The two infant corpses on the left were the puppets the woman in white made speak to Jimmy.

Three nights later, Jimmy Hale disappeared.

His parents walked in to find the wall above his bed painted in Jimmy’s blood. Scrawled across the wall in pink was this question:

You wan see uh show?