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I follow some horror blogs on Tumblr and came across a story called 630-296-7536 and I read it. Basically this guy moved into a new house (a cabin I think) and the contractors had built it wrong so he has to get everything fixed. He called a plumber and was waiting for a call back. His phone rings, he answers and he gets put on hold. After the boring elevator music, there was a piano chord with three notes that didn't seem right. Finally, a lady speaks. "Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?" The guy tells her his name to which she replies: "Sir, we know who you are. I'm your operator please give me name to access." He makes up a name and the lady tells him "Sir, as your operator, I must point out that fictitious names or names of people that you don't know can't be used." Confused, he asks what the names are used for. "Remodeling." replies the operator. He gives the name of his ex girlfriend. There's the clicking of a keyboard and then "Jessica Goodwin. Remodeling scheduled for August 21, 2015. Would you like to reschedule?" The guy says yes and makes a new appointment for later that day. The operator asks if he'd like a courtesy call. He says yes and hangs up. Later that day he gets a call from the same number. He was greeted by his operator and told his courtesy call was beginning. He hears Jessica's voice. He hears her pleading with some people and then her voice is choked off into a wheeze. There was some rustling and wheezing and then a person on the other end of the line asks if it was to his satisfaction. The man says it was perfect. The person on the other line asks if he'd like to make another appointment. The man says yes and tries to make an appointment for the following thursday when he's told that he was scheduled for remodeling that day. He asks if he can reschedule his remodeling and is told that of course he can. There's always a way. He waited for the operator to tell him how. "HOW?" He asks.
"Boothworld Industries is always looking to add new members. We are, of course, a membership by invitation only club. Sadly, our membership numbers have fallen in recent years. Economic recessions. War. Politics. What we would like you to do, in order to avoid your own remodeling appointment, is help us add several new members."
"How many members?" He asks.
"one thousand." The operator replies. The story ends with the lines: "membership is by invitation only. I'm inviting you in. You can help me. Just call 630-296-7536."

After reading it, I myself considered calling the number. I didn't, but decided to write a little story about someone who does. I now present:

Tom was remodeled.

Tom was average. Average height. Average hair and eyes. One thing wasn't average about him. He had a thirst for horror. It was a late night and he was searching for good stories to read when he came across something a little unusual. A single comment on a post. Call 630-296-7536. Tom called the number. He was told to hold to and that he would be put with the next available operator. The cheesy waiting music played for a while. Finally, a piano chord played. Three consecutive notes seemed to be played in an odd order.
"Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Amanda and I will be your operator today. Name?" A sweet voice asked him.
"Tom Smith." He said.
"Oh. How swell. You have a remodeling scheduled for tomorrow at 4:30 pm. You have a marvelous day." The call ended with a click. Figuring it was some kind of joke, Tom brushed it off. He went to bed and the next day rolled around. Tom lived alone and as four thirty grew closer, he became more anxious. He became paranoid the closer it got. At 4:30 on the dot, two men opened his locked door without a sound or struggle. Both wore clean white full body suits and ski masks. Gloves covered their hands and one held a bag.
"Hello Tom." The one with the bag said. The voice sounded so unhuman. It was deep and rough, almost like static. "It's time for your remodeling."
"Wh-what are you...?" Tom began. He was quickly cut off by the man with the bag wrapping duct tape around his mouth. Tom tried to scream and plead for an explanation. The tape muffled his cries into nonsense. The one who talked tied up his hands and feet as the other began to unpack the bag. Knives, needles, matches, a bottle, and a large plastic drop sheet. The speaker grinned at him. His grin was so bizarre. It looked so forced and menacing. Teeth showing and eyes wide. The other man examined his tools and settled on a small knife, a sewing needle and the bottle. The speaker lifted Tom up off the ground while his accomplice laid out the drop sheet. Tom was close enough to feel the mans heartbeat. That's what he should've felt. He instead was alarmed to learn that the man had no heartbeat.
Tom was put on the sheet. The bag carrier got down on his knees next to him. Tom was laying on his back. The man took the needle and grabbed Tom's tied hands. With the same grin his buddy had worn, the man stuck the needle under one of Tom's fingernails and Tom began to twist and thrash to get away. The man dug the needle straight down behind the nail and then slowly lifted it upwards, ripping Tom's nail off. This process was repeated nine more times. before the man set down the needle.
He picked up the knife. Tom had since passed out at this point. The man put the tip of the knife into Tom's neck and carefully dragged it across the rest of Tom's soft flesh. The other man was collecting the blood in the bottle. The pair continued to slash his body until the bottle was full. They stood. They wrapped the body in the sheet expertly.
"Boothworld Industries is invitation only. Your membership is accepted." They whispered to the body. The body twitched. Boothworld Industries had gained a new member.

Hope you enjoyed! Love you guys!

~lost girl