Writing Prompt #1

Write a fictional scary encounter with your hairdresser/barber.

Bob the barber

One day after taking taking a shower I looked in the mirror and said to myself, "It's time to get a hair cut. So I went to go talk to my mom and said, "I need a hair cut". My mom closed her book looked at me and said, "OK, lets do it Friday". I was fine with that. It was Friday and we where getting ready to go on the boat (we live on a Island). While I was on the boat I over heard some one talking about this guy in the old port named Bob who cuts hair pretty good and at a fair price. I looked at my mom and asked her, "Where am I getting my hair cut?", she said "I don't know its up to you". I said "Have you heard of Bob the barber?" she said "Yes, I have but I don't trust him, every time I pass by that place I hear strange noises." I said "Mom you know we are in a money crunch maybe we should try it. I heard he does a pretty good job at a reasonable price." My mom said, "All right just this one time but like I said I don't trust him." The boat finally got to town and we got off and went to the ferry terminal. We were inside the terminal and as my mom was withdrawing some money from the ATM she said to me very seriously, "Are you sure you want to go to Bob the barber?" I nodded my head and said, "Yes, I want to go." "OK let me go get the car.", mom said. "Mom it's in walking distance it's just across the street." "Oh yeah" she said. 

So we left the terminal and walked across the street. We approached a worn sign that was in bold letters "Barber Shop". We went inside and as we entered the place seemed to be busy. Four people there and then the two of us. The place looked like a 1950's barber shop. There was a lady in her forties who was sitting in the barbers seat she had the tarp like thing over her, she was waiting for Bob. It was strange there was only one seat, only one person at a time. So me and my mom took a seat. we were siting for about five minutes when suddenly a door next to the barbers seat flung open and we heard, "Good day every one!" and there stood Bob. As the door was flung open out of no where Beethoven started playing. Bob skipped out of the door and approached the lady. The barber seat started to rise. He wrapped a towel around her neck started to spray her head with water and grabbed a pair of scissors and started to cut. Bob looked like a guy who was in his fifties with white hair and a bald spot. He also had on a white tee shirt and a long white apron. After he was done with the lady he looked at her and said very ominously, "You look delicious." The lady smiled and giggled and then Bob said, "No, really you look delectable." Then he strapped her in the chair, hissed and bit a huge chunk out of the lady's neck. Blood started spaying and gushing out of her neck and blood got all over the walls, windows, and the checked floor. The walls were sound proof and the windows were tinted so no one out side could notice the atrocity inside the shop. The lady was shrieking like a banshee and Bob with a chunk of the lady's neck in his mouth chewed it up and swallowed it and yelled, "I need more blood!" A man in his late twenties next to me gets up, grabs a chair and starts to charge at Bob. Bob grabbed the chair and flung it out of the man's grasp. Bob quickly grabbed a shaving razor and slashed the man across the chest who then fell on a chair and broke his neck and tragically died. Blood started to pour out of the mans chest. I yelled, "Oh my god! What the heck are you doing!?" Bob looked at me and said, "I have tasted blood" He started to get all hairy and then grew two huge fangs. Every one inside started call out for help, but the shop was sound proof. At the front of the shop the door opened and it was a customer who happened to be a police officer. The police officer looks at the hideous beast, whips out his pistol and shoots him right in the forehead and his brains splatter up all over the mirror. Bob the barber was out of business. Unfortunately, two people died, the lady and the man. I felt sorry for the person who has to clean that place up! 

We got out safely and where questioned by some police officers. My mom and I went home. She looked at me and said, "I told you!" "You were right mom." We got home and I said to my mom "I think I will just cut my own hair" "That's a good idea" said my mom.