Imagine getting a phone call that changes everything. Not a telemarketer, not a wrong number, but a voice offering a service so dark, it could only exist in the forgotten corners of the internet. This is the chilling account of a number, 630-296-7536, and the strange company behind it.

Our story begins with a man, recently moved into a new cabin, dealing with the usual headaches of home repairs. He was waiting for a plumber, expecting a simple fix. What he got instead was an invitation to a club he never wanted to join.

The Unexpected Call from Boothworld Industries

The phone rang at 12:06 PM. The man, let's call him Alex, answered, expecting to hear from his plumber. Instead, a woman's voice instructed him to "Please hold for the next available operator." He waited, listening to elevator music, almost dozing off.

Then, the music stopped. A strange, slightly off-key piano chord played twice. A new voice came on the line. "Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?" Alex was confused, giving his own name.

Samantha corrected him, saying, "Sir, we know who you are. I’m your operator. Please give me a name to access." Alex tried a made-up name, "Harold Withers." Samantha immediately knew it was fictitious, stating that names of people he didn't know could not be used. She then mentioned the word "Remodeling."

Alex, still thinking it was some strange plumbing company, asked if this was the plumber. Samantha simply repeated her greeting. Taking it as a yes, Alex gave her the name of an old ex-girlfriend, Jessica Goodwin. He heard the sounds of a keyboard being pounded, then Samantha returned.

A Name, a Date, and a Disturbing Discovery

"Jessica Goodwin," Samantha stated. "Remodeling is scheduled for August 21,

2015. Would you like to reschedule?" Alex was stunned. The date was in the past. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, thinking it had to be a prank.

He asked if it was Jessica playing a joke on him, but the woman on the other end remained silent for a long time. Then, she simply asked, "Yes or no, Sir?" Alex, still bewildered, said "Yes?" hoping to get an explanation.

"I have a Tuesday appointment available. Will that work?" Samantha asked. Alex, still under the impression this was about plumbing, agreed to three o'clock that day. He even asked for a courtesy call, which Samantha gladly confirmed. The strange chords played again, and the line went dead.

Alex rolled his eyes, dismissing it as a weird prank, and went back to unpacking. He tried to forget the strange interaction. But Boothworld Industries was not done with him yet.

The Chilling "Courtesy Call"

Exactly at three o'clock, Alex's phone rang. It was Samantha. "Sir. This is Samantha with Boothworld Industries again. Your courtesy call begins now." Before Alex could respond, those diminished chords blared into his ear, followed by a voice he recognized.

It was Jessica. Her voice was filled with tears. "Why are you doing this?" she pleaded. Alex tried to speak to her, but Samantha interrupted. "Sir," the operator said. "She cannot hear you. This is a courtesy call. The appointment has already concluded."

Alex listened, horrified, as Jessica begged, promising to do anything. Her voice choked into a wheeze, followed by sounds of rustling and more wheezing. Eventually, it all stopped. A man's voice then came on the line.

"The scheduled work has been completed," the man said. "We at Boothworld Industries say thanks and welcome to the club. You have a marvelous day."

Samantha returned to the line. "Sir? Was that to your satisfaction?" Alex sat there, cold sweat running down his back. Jessica was his ex, because he had found her with his best friend in high school. The memory brought a dark smile to his face.

A Taste of

Revenge and a New Appointment

Alex's voice was a whisper, but clear. "That was perfect." Samantha sounded pleased. "Wonderful," she said. "We at Boothworld Industries aim to serve. Would you like to make another appointment?" Alex looked at the leaking dishwasher, a problem that now seemed insignificant compared to what he had just experienced.

His smile grew. "Yes," he said. "Yes I would." He gave her another name: "Dan. I don't have a last name. He's a contractor." This Dan was the contractor who had messed up his cabin, causing all his current headaches.

Samantha quickly found Dan. "Dan Arencibia. July 13,

2032. Would you like to reschedule?" Alex agreed to reschedule. He wanted Dan's "remodeling" to happen much sooner. Samantha offered a Wednesday appointment.

Alex remembered a Tuesday slot being available earlier. Samantha confirmed it was taken by "another member." This phrase hinted at a larger, darker system at play, a club with rules he was only just beginning to understand. He tried to get a Thursday appointment, but that was also unavailable.

The Twist:

Becoming a Member Yourself

Samantha told him, "Unfortunately Thursday will not work. You are due for remodeling Wednesday night." Alex's blood ran cold. He, himself, was scheduled for remodeling. The prank had turned terrifyingly real. He immediately asked if he could reschedule his own appointment.

"Of course we can, sir," Samantha said, her voice sounding like she was smiling. "There's *always

• a way." Alex waited, desperate for an explanation, for a way out. Samantha did not speak. "HOW?" he finally demanded, his voice rising.

Samantha explained the terms of his escape. Boothworld Industries was an exclusive, membership by invitation only club. Their numbers had fallen recently due to various global events. To avoid his own remodeling appointment, Alex needed to help them add new members.

Alex felt a glimmer of hope, a light at the end of a very dark tunnel. He asked how many members they needed. The answer made him choke.

The

Price of Membership: One Thousand Invitations

"One thousand," Samantha stated. Alex was speechless. One thousand new members. If he failed, his own "remodeling" would proceed, and someone else would receive a courtesy call to listen to his final moments. He learned that the member who scheduled his appointment had indeed requested such a call.

Everything stopped for Alex. His whole life, he felt he had simply drifted by, never making a real difference. Now, he faced a choice that would define him, or end him. His mouth went dry, a sensation he always thought was just a dramatic phrase in books. He knew it was real now.

"I'll get you your one thousand members," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Samantha's cheerful response sent a shiver down his spine. "We at Boothworld Industries say thanks and welcome to the club. You have a marvelous day." The line disconnected.

Alex hung up the phone, staring at it for a long time. He had until Wednesday to find one thousand people. He had always wanted to join an elite club, something powerful and mysterious. Now he was a member, and he had a deadline.

The Invitation Extends to You

Like Alex said at the beginning of his strange account, even if you wanted to help him, you couldn't, because you weren't a member. Membership, as he learned, is by invitation only. And now, he is inviting you in.

This strange tale of Boothworld Industries reminds us that some phone calls are more than just a nuisance. They can be a gateway to a hidden world, a place where dark desires are met and membership comes at a terrifying cost. Once you dial that number, there's no going back.

You can help him. Just call 630-296-7536.