THE BEAUTICIAN
1300 Federal Ave. Suite #013. Private
room apartment, cheap, and near school. Luckily I found it in Craigslist. I
start moving today. I hope everything is ok.
(bell rings - someone opens the door)
“Come in, Carla! Just help yourself, ok? Make yourself at home, I’m really
busy today. I am going to attend an event,” says the landlord.
Carla pulls her luggage inside the house.
“Time to go! Alright, whatever happens don’t open the room beside you, the
room is connected to my clinic, so I don't want you to bug my work and my stuff
in there” says the landlord.
“Wait... What’s your job, and what clinic?” asks Carla
“I’m a beautician and that’s my beauty clinic. Alright, if something
happens, call me. I have already put my number on the fridge, Bye! Have a good
night!" says the beautician.
(the door slams)
“Okay. First night, alone. I have no clue about this place. And why is it
so hot inside?” says Carla to herself, feeling confused.
Carla takes a shower. She is washing
her hair when suddenly she feels her hair coming out. It separates easily from
her head to her feet, “Whose hair is it? it’s long…...No!” Quickly Carla leaves
the shower, takes a towel, but suddenly all the long hair is gone. She tries to
clean the steam on the mirror when suddenly she sees a woman with long hair in
the mirror. Carla is shocked, so she tries to look at the bathroom sink.
“Go! This is not your place!” yells the woman.
Carla calls the landlord, but there's no answer. She feels really tired. She
lays on the bed trying to sleep, leaving the table lights on. She falls asleep.
Suddenly, she feels her hair being pulled by someone. Someone touches her face.
“Help! Help!” A noise comes from another room. They punch on the wall so hard.
“Arrrgh arrrgh, my face, stop with my hair...what are you doing?!?" A
girl is screaming loudly in another room, and the others don’t stop pounding on the
wall.
Carla cannot move her hands, feeling constricted. Carla feels someone
pulling her hair fiercely and stretching her face. Suddenly the pulling hand stops,
changing to strangle her neck. Carla is choking and coughing, everything is
dark. She tries to reach the table when suddenly she feels another hand there.
“ARGHHHHH!” Carla screams. She opens her eyes and sees her room with the
lights on.
“Something is wrong with this house!!!" Carla says to herself.
Carla goes outside of her room. She looks at the door of
the next room. She grabs the knob... and it’s unlocked. She opens the door,
walks slowly into the darkness; an old lamp is giving an obscure light. She
walks slowly with bare feet and feels a lot of hair in her way. The room
smells putrid, and she looks at a mannequin face with the ...
“What’s that? It’s not plastic... It seems like real
skin. No! No! Impossible!” Carla says to herself.
Carla continues walking when suddenly she crashes into
something: a big wood block, its height half of hers. It seems like a big
chest. Carla opens the chest and she sees a woman, cold, the same one she saw
in the bathroom mirror. She’s lying inside the chest with long hair and a few
sutures on her face.
“Oh my God!” Carla
fiercely runs back to the door - she opens it and a woman – the beautician – is
already there to stop her in her tracks.
The beautician
speaks slowly: “Have you met my daughter? She is beautiful now, isn't she? I don't
think she needed to commit suicide because of her face deformity. I can make
her beautiful! Like now! Well, I think she will be very happy today, cause she
will get a new wig made of your beautiful hair and she will have your beautiful
face.”
The End
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