The Ghost Of The Barber

Baritone's Story, Told In His Own Words

NOTE:- Good afternoon. In this part they both listen to the whole autobiography told by Baritone. From the time he was born to the time he died.

" What!!!" John exclaimed, "Edward hadn't killed you?"  Baritone said, " Yes you are right, let me begin my story from the beginning. I am Bernhard Rio De Germany. After my father's' death, I had changed my name to to El Baritone because my father always wanted to be a singer but couldn't because it was a rule in our family that everyone should be only barbers and cut the hair of people, because it is a work in which other people benefit too. After my mother's death, I had become totally alone in this world and I had no living relatives so I decided to be a barber in a small town called Britt Street 74. One night I had saved a little wolf cub from a hunter ambush. We both had the same feelings. We both were totally alone in this world. I had adopted him and cared about him more than myself. I had named him silver. I tried to teach him to talk, And miraculously he actually learned to talk. One day he had went out to play, but then he got lost he forgot the way back home and I had lost a best friend, But had made another, which was Jason. But now I am going to tell you the story from the part where you people thought that I died. That time all the people took me to the hospital and tried to do everything to cure me. The dagger had been plunged deep in my head but the people loved me  a lot so they did many prayers and operations and finally I had been cured but my brain had been damaged a lot which left me a little bit mentally retarded. But now more people had started coming to the barber shop. I was still very good at my profession. I would cut the hair of other people with my full heart. Now I had become a very rich person and I had built another floor above this one and I had hired many other barbers so that I shouldn't get tired doing all that work alone. I paid them very well and they were very much faithful and loyal to me. But one night, my peace didn't last long.

It was nearly 1 o clock at the morning when I had a knock at my door. I opened the door and saw two people wearing black petticoat and pants. One was a white man with orange beard wearing a black colour top hat. The other was a strong bald black man with white beard. "Good evening Mr. Barber", Said the first one, " I am sorry that we have disturbed your sleep but please will you cut my hair? It would be a pleasure". I was feeling very strange but I welcomed them both in. That man sat on the barber seat and removed his top hat. I noticed that he is a bald man. I asked him, " Why do you need a hair cut when you are bald?" He said," Oh I am bald? Wow, okay at least give me a little shave". "Strange people", I thought. I shaved his beard silently but just then, I saw in the mirror, that the black man has an evil smile on his face and he is slowly walking towards me and he is taking out something from his pocket suddenly I saw that the man whose I am shaving the beard has also got an evil smile on his face. That man suddenly punched on my face so hard that two of my teeth started moving. The black man quickly took out a small brown sack from his big pocket and put it on my face. He tied it very tightly with a string. I couldn't breath and I was suffocating. They tied me to a seat and dragged it and put it beside a window. They put tiger traps on the feet rest and stuck my feet in it. I cried and begged them to leave me. But now they started plunging knifes into me. After torturing me  a lot they untied the string and took the sack off my face and the first thing I would do was take deep breaths. But now they started making scratches and scars on my face. I couldn't suffer the pain any more and my soul left my body. They realized that I am dead and cut my body away from my feet and buried me outside my barber shop. 

The next day my men came and saw me missing and when they noticed my feet on the tiger traps and all that blood. There scream could be heard miles away. My dead body was never  found. Now many people had seen my ghost and they were scared to live in the britt street 74 and didn't feel safe there so the whole town had been abandoned but my barber shop was left as it is because everyone were scared to enter it.

Actually, the ghost was me asking them to help me find my murderers. Now that I had became a ghost, I started searching for silver and miraculously I found him. But I couldn't find Jason . Till today my soul is trying to find my culprits ".

" Wow thats a very interesting and sad story ". Said John. Alexander said, " The ulitmate thing is that my father's name is also Jason".

Cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, I posted this chapter a little quickly. And its great to have friends and fans like you. My next update will be done within one week. So keep waiting.