051 - The Curse, part 25

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Amanda was dumbfounded. This was not natural. Had her daughter become the guinea pig of some scientist sicko? Another throb at the base of her skull gave her the distinct impression that whatever was going on was evil, and she had to get rid of it to save her daughter. She quietly withdrew a pair of scissors from her purse (had she put those in there at work? That seemed odd...OW! Don't question...just cut). 

As she quietly used her fingers to separate the first luxuriant lock from the mass of tresses, she spent a split second admiring its beauty. She knew Julie had always wanted hair like this; what had she gotten herself into? Before she knew it, her other hand swept in and clipped the hair off close to Julie's scalp. The throbbing pain in her head subsided just a tiny bit, and Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. After several minutes of repeated snips, she was soon done with the whole business; Julie continued to sleep, enveloped in the sheared silk. She looked a bit sickly, and Amanda was even more pleased with herself for ridding her daughter of whatever evil this was.

Amanda gathered up all she could. She had to get rid of this. Out of the house. Out. Out, she repeated in her mind as she went downstairs, out the back entrance of the house, and stuffed the entire mass into the trash can. At last she felt right. The evil was gone and turned to joy at what she had done. She didn't ponder whether the joy was her own...

As she walked back into the house, the joy turned to an irrational kind of hunger. It wasn't enough...could it be...no...she ran back upstairs and crept back into her daughter's room, only to see more piles of hair engulfing the still sleeping Julie. It seemed like it had all grown twice as long as it had before. It had to be at least twenty feet long! She waded through it, the need to cut rushing through her. The sensations in her brain reached an almost overwhelming power, as if they had been strengthened tenfold. She was lost then, almost in a trance, oblivious to the world, only knowing the feel of Julie's hair in one hand and the scissors in the other...


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Julie was awoken by a nauseated wave through her whole being. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck. Everything was indistinct, fuzzy, like she was under a giant pile of blankets. She moved her hands with a bit of difficulty. They felt weak, but her claustrophobia overcame her mental and physical sluggishness. It took a moment, but she realized that she was buried in her own hair. Had...the ribbon come off in her sleep? No. The sudden realization that this was more hair than she had ever had on top of her came, and she thrashed madly, trying to stand. 

As she lifted herself up, a sharp yank brought her head back, and she screamed. The next second seemed an eternity as she took in the situation. Waves upon waves of luscious brown tresses covered the floor in all directions, almost three feet deep. In the midst of it stood her mother, dead-eyed, weaving a pair of scissors through the hair she held in her fist. The scene paralyzed her; how many haircuts had her mom given her while she had slept? How many years of her life had she lost? She feebly swiped an arm at her mother, but she might as well have been a newborn kitten with all the strength she now possessed. As the sheared lock was severed, Julie dropped to the soft cushion of hair underneath. Sobs wracked her as her mother grabbed the last remaining strands attached to her head and began anew...