Scissors
Have you ever been afraid of the barber shop? No? Well, let me tell you a story that will for sure scare the hell out of you. There once was a man that worked at one of those places. His name was Larry devanski. People from all around came to that shop just so they could see for themselves how marvelous his work was. They said to him "Larry! You and your scissors are magic!"
Everyone thought he was super sweet and innocent until that horrible day… it was March 23, 1956. A new man came into town that day. His hair was a tangled heap of straw, or at least that's what it looked like. Everyone in town started telling him about Larry devanski and urged him to make an appointment. He finally gave in to the peer pressure and walked to the shop. He sat down in the chair and made a face as Larry picked up his scissors. He closed his eyes and waited to be wowed.
"All done." He heard Larry say. Slowly the strangers eyes opened and his face just-just, stayed the same. "What is this?" he exclaimed. "This is what you people call marvelous? It looks like a birds nest!" now before you judge the stranger for making such a vile comment to the barbers work, you must understand he grew up in a village where everyone was isolated from the rest of the world. They didn't know what was in style, so he was completely uneducated in the world of haircuts… anyway, back to the story.
"A-a what!" the barber screamed.
"You heard me! A-BIRDS-NEST!" the stranger yelled back.
Then, something inside Larry just snapped. Maybe it was because his work was being insulted, or maybe it was because he didn't like the stranger's attitude. But his happy, innocent personality disappeared and was replaced with immense madness.
"Oh… so you think my work is awful? Well, you're entitled to your own opinion…" his voice trailed off and his eyes fell upon his scissors. He suddenly reached for it and held it up to the light.
"He insulted our work," He didnt seem to be talking to the stranger anymore. "Well, isn't that a fantastic idea! I was just thinking the same thing!" He suddenly he burst out laughing. it was a cold, crule, and insane laugh.
The stranger was now horribly frightened.
"Put the scissors down" he said in a shaky voice. Larry was now walking toward him, the scissors held high in his clentched fist. The strangers eyes widened in fear. He was in some sort of paralized state. He knew he had to move, he had to get out of there! Finally the paralasis broke, and he ran!
But unfortunately he tripped on a crack in the tile floor and fell face first onto the ground. By then he had lost too much time to get up. Larry the madman was on him. He was laughing historically, as he delivered the first blow into his side. Blood spurted everywhere, and the strangers cries of pain were drowned out by Larry's laughter. His vision was blurring, he couldn't see. The only thing that was clear was the white hot pain that was spreading over his neck and stomach. The very last thing he heard was the barber's madman laugh that shook him to the core…
the end?
Is this the end of Larry's story?
Does he kill even more people?