Boothworld Industries

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Boothworld Industries

Christopher Bloodworth

Like a lot of you, I called that number for Boothworld Industries.

Before I called, I read through the responses in the thread. I like knowing what’s going to happen before it happens. I guess I’m boring like that.

It was still a sick thrill to dial in the number and hit call even though I knew what was coming. I was on the home phone and made sure to block my info. Just in case.

Something went wrong though.

You all got a voicemail; I got a live person.

“Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?”

I froze at this point. I didn’t know what to say. I expected a canned message like the rest of you got, maybe even the weird text. I never expected a real person to pick up.

I panicked and hung up the phone.

When it started ringing five seconds later, I left the house to go pick up my daughter Ariana from school. On the way back, my cell started ringing. Ariana loves the hands-free phone in our car. She loves to pick it up and pretend like it’s the intercom of a spaceship and that the caller is a Cylon.

I blame my husband’s frequent viewing of Battlestar Galactica for this.

“Mommy?” Ariana asked. “Can I push the button?”

“Sure,” I said. “Make it fast before the light changes though.”

Ariana unbuckled her seatbelt and reached up between the two front seats to hit the button that would pick up the phone.

“Hello?” She said, after she waited for the beep that let you know the phone picked up.

I heard the same voice from earlier. Flat. Almost robotic.

“Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?”

Everything stopped for me then. The light turned green. Cars drove by. The cars behind me honked.

But I sat there, staring at my steering wheel.

/r/nosleep is supposed to be a place for true scary stories. A place where you can scare yourself for a little, but be fine at the end. A safe place to live out your fears.

There was nothing safe about that woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Mommy?” Ariana asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Hello, Ariana,” the operator said. “Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?”

“Ariana!” My daughter said.

“Ariana, stop,” I said.

“Mrs. Jacobs,” the woman said. “Please call the office when you get home. We have some remodeling to schedule.”

I didn’t answer. I hung up the phone and drove the rest of the way home.

Ariana looked up at me as we walked up the driveway. “Was that a Cylon?”

I smiled, even though it felt like someone had skewered my stomach to the concrete and it was still writhing around there.

“No, honey,” I said. “Cylons aren’t real.”

My little girl looked up at me. Her brow wrinkled and she frowned.

That broke my heart.

It was the first time I’d lied to her.

No, it wasn’t a Cylon on the other end of the line, but there was something lacking in the Boothworld operator’s voice.

Something broken.

Something nonhuman.

Something dead.

When we got inside, I made Ariana a bowl of cereal and took it to her room. I turned on Spongebob Squarepants for her to watch, and I headed back to the kitchen.

I knew what I had to do.

I typed the Boothworld Industries number into my cell: 630-296-7536

When I brought the phone up to my ear, someone was breathing on the other end. I never even heard it ring.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?”

My mouth went dry. I knew what I was supposed to do.

“Janice Hoffman,” I said.

Janice was my boss at work. Although her voice reminded me of Fran Drescher’s, her constant exploring hands reminded me more of that sleazy boss from Disclosure.

On the other end of the phone, I could hear Samantha pounding on the keyboard. It sounded like she was wearing one of those cordless headsets and slamming her face down on the keys.

“Janice Hoffman,” she said. “Remodeling is scheduled for January 14, 2022. Would you like to reschedule?”

“Yes,” I said.

“We have an opening on Monday.”

“That’s fine.”

“Would you like a courtesy call?”

I wanted nothing to do with listening to someone die. “No,” I said.

“Are you sure, Mrs. Jacobs?”


“Alright. On Monday, the 13th, we have Janice Hoffman scheduled for remodeling.”


“Mrs. Jacobs?”


“How would you like to pay for this?”


What the hell was she talking about? The /r/nosleep story never mentioned anything about payment.

“Pay?” I asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Jacobs. When you schedule a remodeling, the scheduling is final unless another member shifts the scheduled date. We expect payment in full before service is rendered.”

“What’s the price?”


The name hung in the air.

“Ariana?” I whispered. “What do you mean?”

“The price for the scheduled remodeling is your daughter, Ariana. If you do not pay, we will have no choice but to repossess what is due.”

My blood ran cold when she said repossess. I could hear her smiling on the other end of the phone. The first fragment of emotion she’d shown yet.

“What’s the difference between a payment and a repossession?” I asked, closing my eyes.

“You can earn any payment back—parts of it at least—by referring new members. Unfortunately, all repossessions are final.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Ma’am, you responded to our ad on /r/nosleep and called us. You contracted work on Janice Hoffman. Now we are at the payment stage. The cost of the work is your daughter Ariana.”

“You can’t have her.”

“Wonderful. Repossession is scheduled then. We at Boothworld Industries say thanks and welcome to the club. You have a marvelous day.”

I jumped when the phone clicked.

I took it away from my head and stared at it. If I hadn’t felt like I was going to cry and throw up at the same time, I would’ve laughed. Everything was crazy. I was crazy.

I stared at my cell’s display.

I never hit send.

The Boothworld Industries number was still sitting there on the screen.

I ran to Ariana’s room. It was empty.

The bowl of cereal sat on the towel I always put under anything Ariana ate in case of spills.

Sitting in the bowl was a business card.

I took a picture because I thought I was going crazy and I thought that the card wouldn’t be there if I blinked. When I picked the card up, it was warm, baking with wet heat. My skin crawled and I threw it down. It landed backside up in the bowl.

I heard a roar outside and made it out just in time to see a matte black Chevelle SS roll around the corner.

I called the police. They sent out an officer and he took down all my info. An Amber Alert was issued; the waiting began.

I felt desperate so I visited /r/boothworld, but the subreddit was private.

I got a call a few hours later.

The number was from a 917 area code.

“Hello?” I asked. I already knew who would be on the other end.

“Ma’am. This is Samantha with Boothworld Industries again. Your courtesy call begins now.”

I hung up. My cell started ringing again. 323 area code.

I took the battery out of my cell. My house phone started ringing. Caller ID read an 832 area code.

I didn’t answer; I pulled the jack from the wall and sat down with my face in my hands.

I couldn’t bring myself to think about what was happening. I sat there and cried, feeling completely helpless.

That’s when the phone started ringing.

Both phones.

My cell buzzed across the table, away from its battery, and my unplugged home phone rang louder than it ever had before.

I got in my car and left. I went to Wal-Mart and used a payphone to call the detective in charge of Ariana’s case. His name was Stark.

After waiting for a long time on hold, Stark picked up.

“Mrs. Jacobs,” he said.

“Have you found her?” I asked.

“No, but we traced the number. It was a cell phone for some kid a block over from where you live. He said that he never made the call, but the carrier says otherwise. The kid says that he called a number for—just a second—here it is: Boothworld Industries. On a site called Readit.”

“Reddit,” I said.

“That’s what I said. There’s no record of Boothworld Industries anywhere. We’re holding the kid and I’ll let you know if anything happens, okay?”

“Is that all?” I asked. I wanted my daughter back.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s best if you leave this to us, okay?”


“Good,” Stark said. “We at the police department say thanks and you’re welcome to call if you need to, but I’m sure that we’ll be in touch soon. You have a marvelous day.”

I hung up the phone and it started ringing immediately. I picked it up, stupidly hoping it was Stark with new info. It wasn’t.

A male’s voice growled into my ear.

“The scheduled work has been completed. We at Boothworld Industries say thanks and welcome to the club. /r/boothworld is now open. You have a marvelous day.”

The line dropped and I hung up the phone. I brought my hand up to my ear; it was warm with his breath.

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This is not a book. This is an interactive experience.

There are 10 horror short stories inside, sure, but that’s not the only thing lurking within these pages. Check out what this beta reader had to say:

“I thought I was buying a book of short stories. I didn’t realize that what I would read would have such depth of experience. Most of the stories were amazing, but I have to be honest. When dealing with anthologies that contain multiple authors, there are always a few clunkers and this book is no different. The puzzles, the death override (Do the confirmation. It’s pretty cool), the coupon (It works! And you get a surprise back too!) and the amount of thought put into this more than made up for any shortcomings one or two of the stories might have had. I feel as though the Bloodworth sat down and really thought about the type of experience he thought the reader would like to have while going through the book. Amazing.”
Ann P. Beta reader

Ann is correct about the focus on reader experience. I wanted the reader to have something that they weren’t quite sure about. I wanted to hide things inside the pages. I wanted people to think of the Boothworld Industries Initiation Kit as less of a book and more of an interactive experience with a paranormal corporation called Boothworld Industries.

“Okay. First, I want to say that I’m a huge Bloodworth fan. I’ve followed him since he started writing creepypastas for reddit’s nosleep subreddit, back before it was filled with the stuff that’s in there now. His stories were among the few that focused more on characters and plot than just gore and scares. I don’t even like scary stories, but his writing pulled me in and kept me hooked. His stories made you fall in love with the characters he wrote. That sucked because you didn’t want anything bad to happen to them, which usually did. His stories also had an air of reality to them. Even though you knew what you were reading couldn’t be true, his words would make you question that very notion. Like I said, I’m a superfan.

“I loved all of Bloodworth’s stories in this book. How could anyone not? He created Boothworld Industries and it shows. There were a few authors that gave him a run for his money though. Namely Ross Baxter and Stacie Savage. Now I don’t want to be mean, but there was also one story I just didn’t like at all. It seemed like very little thought had been put into it.

“Oh well. I’ve yet to read a book that was 100% perfect, but this book, with all the extra goodies you find, comes closer than most.”
Bri K. Beta reader

I really wanted the reader to walk away from this experience feeling as if they’d received something more than a book. I wanted to create lasting memories. That’s why so much time and effort was put into it. Sure, I could’ve just thrown the stories together, but it wouldn’t have been as powerful as I wanted it to be.

“Jesus, dude. I’ve never been more paranoid in my life. Every time my phone rings I say a little prayer that the number that appears won’t be Boothworlds. Boothworld Industries is something else…”
Jon S. Beta reader

I could tell you more, but now it’s time for you to discover Boothworld Industries for yourself.

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