Welcome to JnJ’s 13 Days of Halloween!

   Hey, guys! I have some cool posts planned for the next week and 6 days leading up to Halloween. We may be looking at another potential movie watching party if I’m lucky enough to have people stop by, last year was a little bit of a bust to be honest. We have a few days to get in the mood, and because I’m a creature of habit beyond all else… I’ll probably feature the same movies, or maybe I won’t. We do have a movie post planned for this series after all. Some of it very well may be considered creepy!

   I thought I would feature my favorite Creepy Pasta in lieu of writing my own, as I’m trying to get back to writing and I’m not quite there yet. What better way to ring in the Spooky vibes than to share my absolute favorite Creepy Pasta with my lovely readers? And also, the idea that by indulging myself in creepy pasta and the written word I may be able to grab that spark again.

   This one is fairly long, so I’m just posting the first portion of it here for you, and if you want to you’re welcome to follow the proceeding ‘read more’ link to check out the full story. This story is by u/bloodworth on Reddit and I absolutely adore their writing. This one has a  special place in my heart because it’s got a foot in the real world with the corresponding phone number that titles it.

    Ladies and gentleman, I present to you, 630-296-7536 ( Call at your own risk, I’ve called and I still live… but who’s to say you’ll be as lucky?). I hope you love it as much as I do!

I’m sure that all of you on r/nosleep are used to the cry for help type stories by now. Help me, help me, blah-blah-blah. I won’t bore you with another. Even if I wanted your help, you couldn’t give it to me, because your help is useless.

Why?

Because you’re not a member.

I just wish that I wasn’t either.

It all started innocently enough. With a phone call.

I’d been up for a few hours, unpacking and cleaning, waiting for the plumber to call. I just moved into a cabin and the contractors fucked everything up. Because of that, I now have the wonderful task of making calls to competent people that can fix what the original contractors did wrong.

The phone rang at 12:06.

Not bad, I thought. Usually plumbers don’t bother to call or show up until 5.

When I picked up the phone I didn’t even get a chance to say hello before a woman on the line told me to “Please hold for the next available operator.”

I hopped up and sat on the cabinet in the kitchen. It was one of the few places in the cabin not occupied with boxes. Elevator music leaked into my ear. I’d started to drowse off when the music stopped and a piano chord that sounded like it was three notes that didn’t quite go together played through the receiver twice.

A voice came on the line.

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

I didn’t know what to say so I told the operator my name.

“Sir, we know who you are. I’m your operator. Please give me a name to access.”

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“It can be anyone, sir. We just need a name.”

“Uh, okay,” I said. I made up a name. “Harold Withers.”

“Sir, as your operator, I must point out that fictitious names, or the names of people that you don’t know, cannot be used.”

“Used for what?” I asked. How had she known that I’d made up that name? The whole thing felt like it was some sort of prank, but hardly anyone knew my new phone number.

“Remodeling.”

“Remodeling? Is this the plumber?” I asked.

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

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   If you’re still here, I’m glad to have you! You’re probably over there finishing that story. I don’t blame you! That phone number that titles the story is so cool to me. I don’t know who owns the number or who voiced the recording, but it’s perfect. I love stories that tie in to our world a bit, phone numbers, nursery rhymes… something I can interact with, y’know?

I know it’s not particularly creepy in the sense of BOO! but I feel like it fits the season, nonetheless. Happy 13 days of Halloween! I’ll see you guys tomorrow!

 

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