haircutting stories

Lily always loved her long, dark hair. It flowed down her back, shining in the sunlight, and everyone said it made her look like a princess. But one day, Lily decided she wanted a change.

“I want to cut it short,” she told her friend, Mia.

“Are you sure?” Mia asked, her eyes wide. “Your hair is so beautiful!”

But Lily had made up her mind. She found a small salon at the edge of town. It looked old, with faded signs and a broken light that flickered above the door. The name on the door said, “Ms. Claire’s Cuts – Where Beauty Meets Mystery.”

When Lily walked inside, she noticed there was no one else in the salon. It was quiet, almost too quiet. A tall, thin woman with pale skin and dark eyes appeared from the back.

“Hello, dear,” the woman said in a slow, chilling voice. “I’m Ms. Claire. What can I do for you today?”

“I want a short haircut,” Lily said, feeling a little nervous under Ms. Claire’s cold gaze.

“Ah, a big change,” Ms. Claire replied with a thin smile. “Take a seat, my dear.”

As Lily sat in the old, creaky chair, Ms. Claire began brushing her hair. But as the brush moved through her hair, Lily felt a strange, cold sensation down her neck. It felt like icy fingers running through her hair.

“Are you okay?” Ms. Claire asked, watching her in the mirror with a strange glint in her eyes.

“Yes, I… I think so,” Lily replied, but she was starting to feel uneasy.

The snipping began, and with every snip, Lily felt a chill run down her spine. She could swear she heard whispers, soft and distant, as if someone was right behind her.

“Do you hear that?” Lily asked, trying to keep calm.

“Hear what, dear?” Ms. Claire replied, her smile never fading.

Lily shook her head, thinking it was her imagination. But as more of her hair fell to the floor, the whispers grew louder. They sounded like they were saying her name, “Lily… Lily…”

The room felt colder, and the mirror seemed to darken. Then, Lily noticed something horrifying: her reflection wasn’t moving the same way she was. While she sat still, her reflection smiled back at her, its eyes narrowing with a strange, hungry look.

“What’s happening?” she whispered, her heart pounding.

Ms. Claire leaned in close and whispered, “Some say hair holds memories, my dear. Are you ready to let go of yours?”

Lily tried to stand up, but her body felt heavy, almost frozen. She could only watch as her reflection continued to stare back, its grin growing wider.

“Let me go!” Lily managed to shout, her voice breaking.

“Oh, but you came here to change, didn’t you?” Ms. Claire whispered. “Now, your reflection will keep your memories… and you’ll have new ones.”

With one final snip, everything went black.

When Lily opened her eyes, she was alone in the salon. Her hair was short, just as she wanted, but something felt wrong. She looked in the mirror and gasped. The reflection staring back wasn’t quite… her. It had the same face, but the eyes were cold and empty, like they belonged to someone else.

Just then, she heard a soft whisper, “Lily… you’re next…”

And with a chill that ran down her spine, Lily realized: her reflection was smiling back, but it was no longer hers.