I don’t recall the events of the gypsy fair in perfect detail; just that my life was changed forever. Some parts of the story are improbable, others, downright impossible, but what happened afterwards is undeniable.

A virus was visiting people like a silent stalker. Shops were closed and people were keeping their distance. Before the outbreak, I was juggling my problems like a circus freak and didn’t have time for dentist appointments, haircuts, or friends. I was living with my parents and to make matters worse, my hair was growing past my shoulders.

My dad wasn’t very comforting when he suggested… “I could cut your hair with a pocket knife.”

Luckily, my best friend called. “Hey Andy, some gypsies are caravanning into town. They do everything from reading fortunes, to cutting hair; are you interested?”

“Well, I do need a haircut.”

“Awesome dude. I’ll pick you up in 20.”

Two hours later, Clayton pulled up. “Man, you really do need a haircut,” he said.

When we got to the fair, there were magicians, harlots, fortune tellers, and even horses.

I walked straight to the haircutter. “6 inches off the top and number 3 on the sides,” I said.

“I do fortunes too, if you want?”

“Sure, but don’t tell me if I die.”

“Oh, that won’t happen,” she laughed. “I can see it in your eyes; you have a long life ahead of you.” She pulled golden scissors out of her pocket and began to snip.

Her bosoms navigated my face as she trimmed hair with her sensual touch. I had forgotten that feeling; it felt good to be taken care of by a woman.

She started to talk to me in a sing-song voice, as her strawberry blonde hair curled past my face. She put my hair into a boiling caldron and gazed at the sparkling steam like she could see my future.

“You have been journeying through a desert alone, but you are soon to discover an oasis of love. Women will cling to you like sticky honey, drinking the nectar of your masculinity.”

“That sounds borderline pornographic,” I said. “But I like it.”

“Sure thing,” she laughed.

“Now, what do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house, until next time. Just ask for Marla.”

Being treated so well by a woman felt unnatural.

“Hey Andy, have some fire whiskey,” Clayton laughed. “I won this creepy doll. It looks like something that might murder me in my sleep.”

I took a swig of fire whisky and instantly felt my problems disappearing. We watched a magician turn an onlooker into a rabbit who ran away with terrified eyes. A golden retriever looked up at me and said, “You’re in big trouble.”

“I’m tripping dude. We got to get out of here.”

“But we just got here,” Clayton complained.

“Things are getting really weird. I’ll drive.”

I had to work the next day and the special education teachers were staring at me in the meeting.

“I don’t want this to come across as sexual harassment,” one said. “But you’re looking very handsome.”

I got the feeling my coworkers were undressing me with their eyes. Soon, they were sticking to me like honey and the attention was maddening.

When I looked into the mirror, my hair was shiny. My whole aura had changed. “That fortune teller bitch changed me into a sex magnet. What am I to do?”

Then I knew… “This is going to be the most expensive haircut I’ve ever paid for in my entire life.” I withdrew my bank account and prepared to pay the gypsy woman to remove the curse. When I got to the fair, I saw her with new eyes. In the daylight, I could see the evil under her beauty where the darkness had covered it up. It was like makeup had been removed, revealing a shadow that couldn’t be seen at night.

“5,000 dollars,” she said. I paid without a second thought. When I turned to go, she called after me… “And a coffin for your friend.”

My blood ran cold. “What?” I asked.

“He took a doll home last night, didn’t he?”


“It was a murder doll. Nothing can bring him back to life.”


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