Once Upon a Hair Cut

The End....Almost...

     Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the address on the back of the picture of my parents and I. We thought we'd go check out the house to see if they were any clues. Harry and I went back to my house to ask my driver to take us there. It took some persuading, but he finally agreed.

When we got to the house, I shivered at the sight of it. It was an old, run down, wooden cabin in the middle of practically nowhere. There was a window in the front of the house, with some dark stains in a splattered pattern on it. I didn't want to know what that was. The middle part of the roof was collapsing in on itself, and moss was growing everywhere.

"Well, I..er..guess we should go in..." I stuttered.

"Ladies first!" he said gesturing towards the door. I frowned at him, and walked inside. The door was hanging off it's hinges, so I tip-toed around it. Before my left foot touched the ground, Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I looked down at the floor to see what he didn't want me to step on, and almost let out a scream. On the floor was two figure shapes outlined in tape on the floor, with police tape hung up around it. There was the same dark stain on the floor, that I could only assume to be blood. I couldn't take the sight of it. Slowly backing out of the room, I tripped on the door and fell in the dirt outside. I got up, and walked around to the backyard where I, again, tripped and fell. NOW what?! I looked down to see what I tripped on. A small pile of dirt sat on the dying lawn.

"Oui, Gwen, you okay?" Harry said coming around from the front of the house.

"Come here for a second," I said shakily. "Harry, help me dig this up." We pushed away the dirt until I saw something reflecting the sunset's light. I reached my arm, and pulled out a flintlock pistol.

"Lemme see it, my dad taught me how to use these. I'll see if it's still loaded," Harry said taking the gun from my shaking hands. He opened the barrel and took out three bullets. It all started to make sense, I understood what happened.

"She killed my parents."

"I..I think she did.." Harry trailed off. Suddenly the roar of a car engine broke the silence. Harry and I spun around to see my Aunt coming out of her car. But she didn't look liker her normal "composed" self, something was off about her. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were bloodshot. Aunt Mary scrambled towards us, with a disturbing expression on her face.

"And what is it you think you're doing?" she hissed.

"Why did you do it! Why did you kill them?"

"Because I wanted to have you. Haven't you figured it out yet, child? Your hair! It makes thing new, younger again! Haven't you ever wondered why you never got acne? Why you've always been so flexible, and energetic? It makes you younger!"

"But...how would that help you?" I asked, but frankly I didn't want to know the answer. Aunt Mary pointed to her hair extensions, some of the strands were blue.

"Ew, that's really weird..." Harry said holding out his hand infront of me, slowly backing us away from my Aunt.

"Well, Miss Pettygrove, it's been really nice talking with you! But if you'll excuse us, we have to go..RUN!" I grabbed Harry's hand as we sprinted into the woods. I heard Aunt Mary swear as she found her pistol empty.

"Where are we going?"

"Anywhere but here!"

"I think the closest police station is that way!" I said pointing to the right. We ran as fast as we could, as the footsteps of Aunt Mary got closer and closer. All of the sudden the ground dipped into a steep slope, and me being the cluts I am, I tripped over my own feet. My head hit a tree, and everything went black.