She had control of most of the town but not me because I cut my own hair. My grandmother was also a witch of sorts, and knew what this woman was so she helped me with a plan to stop her. The Witch Barber as we called her used hair clippings to control her customers. She had people giving her money, she used young men for sex, she had the Mayor make it almost impossible for another Barber to set up shop so she had full control of their hair. I was a horror makeup artist as a hobby and so I made a skullcap hair piece so realistic it even fooled the witch Barber. She gleefully cut my hair with the thought of finally getting me under her spell. What she didn't know was the hair in the hair piece wasn't mine. It was hair from grannies juju box that granny had put a spell on. It was hair from a serial killer granny stopped years earlier. When the witch tried to take over my will using her magic, she instead was met with grannies magic. The serial killers spirit rose out of the smoke from the burning hair and from the crucible it reached out and choked the witch barber to death. Now we're a town with bad self haircuts, but at least we are free.
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