Strange Happenings

Amara worked as an author with a publication company; writing about various different cultures around the world. Needless to say, she was pretty good, and her editor was really impressed with her work. At 30 years old, she was a very-pretty looking woman, with a slender body & a gorgeous face. Her main attraction however, was her hair.

She had thick long, thick silky black tresses that flowed all the way down to her knees. A five-inch thick, and a four feet long braid always swayed behind her; a sensation she absolutely loved.

She had recently broken off with her selfish boyfriend and had landed a fresh new assignment, which was somewhat different from what she had been regularly writing. Her editor had arranged for her to go to a remote Hamlet in Eastern Europe, known for several of its old gothic structures. Her job required her to stay in that town for a few months, in order to research the structures and the history associated with them and then write a book on the town.

She rented a room in a small house, owned by a nice old single woman and began her work. After almost a month she had become well-acquainted with the towns people, who were nice & friendly. Being a remote Hamlet with a very small population, a lot of people had come to know about the new guest in their midst.

She mostly dressed up casually with her hair mostly in a braid or a ponytail. Occasionally she would put it into a massive bun at the back of her head, held in place with hair-sticks or pins; and even received a lot of compliment about her hair by the town’s folk.

She rented an old pickup truck to travel around the forested areas where the monuments were; except one, which town’s people had warned her from going into. It was an old grey-coloured crumbling rather scary deserted structure that looked a crossover between a mansion & a Shrine. Amara had seen it many times while driving in and out of the town and stuck to the advice of the townspeople by avoiding it.

Also, on a few occasions, she came across a rather strange woman who was always staring at her. This woman was about the same height as Amara, appeared to be in her early 40s, rather fat, always wearing a crimpled purple shirt with over-stretched grey pants and her brown hair was in a messy boy-cut style.

Although not everyday, but Amara often came across this woman, while walking down a street, having coffee in a café or sometimes even when Amara would be sitting in a park, she would see this woman looking at her from a distance.

Finally, one late afternoon, as Amara was walking down an empty street, she noticed the strange woman coming from front. Amara looked around and there was no-one around. Suddenly, the fat woman stood in front of her, startling Amara for a moment but she immediately regained her composure.

The woman with a blank expression on her face, kept staring at Amara.

“Hello, can I help you?” asked Amara.

For a moment the woman did not respond, then swiftly reached out for Amara’s braid from behind to the front, holding it from the center “You have a lot of hair, I want it.”

Amara was taken aback at what she said, then immediately pulling her braid out of the woman’s grip said “Sorry, not interested”, then stepping aside, Amara quickly walked off.

Next day, Amara was sitting in the park, working on her ‘iPad’ when the woman approached her again. Amara looked at her standing with her hands on her hips and stood up “You again”.

“I said I want your hair, let me chop it off” said the woman rather sternly.

“Look lady, if you don’t stop pestering me, I will be forced to report you to the police, now please, leave me alone”; the woman grinned & walked away.

Amara continued her work for the next few days, but the mystery of the old crumbling building was growing now. She started enquiring about it from the town’s people, some of whom gave her some really wild stories about the place, but everyone warned her to stay away from that place.

Which made Amara even more curious and she decided to explore it regardless. But when she reached the building, it was locked with nowhere to enter from; so she headed back.

It was late afternoon when she reached back, freshened up and decided to go the café, when once again her way was blocked by the strange lady.

Amara tried a couple of times to step aside her but the woman blocked her way everytime. Finally, Amara pulled her cell-phone out to call the police and right at that moment fat lady too pulled out an object and held it up for Amara to see. It was an open key-box containing an extremely old, iron-skull-key.

Amara paused as the lady offered her the key to hold it.

“This will unlock the sanctum door that you have been wanting to go to” she said rather sternly.

Amara hesitated before taking the key, looked into her eyes and said “I am not giving you my hair in return.”

“I am not asking for it anymore” she replied and Amara took the key in her hand. Amara gazed at the key for a few moments studying it and said “Thank…” but before she could finish, she saw that woman had disappeared.

Amara then noticed that there was note in box as well. She opened the note and “Go now”.

Amara decided to first stop at the café for a snack, then she boarded her truck and drove towards the Sanctum.

It was almost dark when she parked her car outside. She noticed the place was completely deserted and even the road leading to the town behind her was almost concealed by the trees and was empty. No one would ever know that she was inside.

She was wearing a mid-rise dungaree skirt with a white front buttoned top and casual loafers and her hair was in its signature coil. She entered the building, which was surprisingly, dimly lit on the inside, she noticed that all the windows were covered. The old gothic interiors and furniture was crumbling with no one around and an eerie silence enveloping the entire place.

Still, curiosity got the better of her as she went forward, opening a door at the far end of the hall. This room too was amply and looked like a Souvenir room.

There were Busts mounted on Pedestals and some smaller ones on the shelves on walls, On there sides there were tables containing various kinds of weird items and some rather scary paintings & portraits on the walls.

Despite feeling anxious, she began exploring the room, picking the strange objects and examining them.

She then noticed a small Bust made on one of the shelves and picked it in her hands when suddenly she heard the door slam shut. The sudden noise scared her and she dropped the Bust breaking it.

She slowly turned around and was stunned to see a rather scary looking man standing at the door, staring at her. The man had an athletic built and extremely pale complexion. He had curly hair, with tattoos all over his torse and wore black gothic boots & pants with metal embellishments but nothing on top. They stood quietly for a few moments staring at each other; then the man slowly walked up and stood right in front of a rather nervous Amara.

“That was extremely old” he spoke slowly in his deep gothic voice.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, It was an accident I was just curious and got scared when you slammed the door” she tried to clarify as the man began slowly moving around her, scanning her from top to bottom.

“And yet, you did intrude” responded the man without stopping making Amara get really nervous.

“Look, I am sorry, I’ll leave right away” she said and rushed towards the door, only to find out to her horror, that the door was locked without any doorknob on it. She tried to push & bang but without any luck.

The man slowly walked towards her again with a chilling stare, while Amara continued to bang the door. But when she felt him standing behind her, she stopped & turned around. Her back pinned to the door, she stood in fear as the man stood in front of her, staring into her eyes.

He gently gripped both her shoulders and with a jerk turned her around. Amara was in a trance due to fear and complied. She felt him caressing the top of her head and her coil.

A moment later she felt him gently grip her coil with his left hand and pull out one of the Ball-pins with the other. She heard the faint noise of the pin falling to the floor.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she felt him remove one pin after the other. Every moment she could hear faint noises of her pins dropping to the floor.

Her nervousness was also increasing as her massive coil loosened up and then with a gentle tug. She gasped as he clutched handfuls of her hair and pulled it all out. Amara’s thick, silky, four feet long hair spilled out, almost touching the floor.

Next, he gripped all her hair in his left hand, pulled her head back with it and whispered in her ear ‘Don’t resist me, I’ll give you the enlightenment you seek and then set you free’.

Amara’s face was pale with fear as she felt him finger-combing her hair first and then he rolled it a couple of times around his left fist firmly.

Amara quietly complied as he frog-marched her by her hair to another room. This was a rather clean & decorated gothic bedroom, with a large bed on one side and a dressing table with a low back chair & a rather large mirror on another side.

As they entered, a nervous Amara heard the door close with a, peculiar loud clicking sound and understood that it was automatically locked.

The man made her stand in front of the mirror and then standing behind her, he tenderly began finger-combing her hair again.

A few moments later the caressing stopped, and Amara felt the man alternatively run his fists through the length without releasing her hair. Amara closed her eyes.

For a few moments he kept admiring the long, thick, glossy ponytail and then using it as a handle he pulled Amara out of the chair and frog marched her to the bed that lay in one corner of the room.

Amara was in a trance now, she was aware of what he was doing but somehow felt completely helpless and compliant to his will. Once again using her hair he turned her to face him, pressing her chest to his and planted a strong smooch on her mouth, exploring it with his tongue.

It was a long-wet kiss and Amara was panting when their mouths finally separated. Then, he stripped her off her clothes one by one.

There she stood crouching & scared as the man slowly moved around her scanning her from top to bottom. He stepped behind her, took his clothes off and suddenly he picked her up in his arms.

Amara looked in his eyes helplessly as he laid her on the mattress. She understood what came next and closed her eyes as he began having sex with her. He inserted both his hands in her hair from the temples and Amara shrieked loudly as he thrust into her with full force and lost consciousness right at the very moment he exploded into her.

In her trance Amara could not remember clearly but only an inclination that the man fucked her a number of times, throughout the night.

Finally, it was morning, Amara woke up and slowly got out of bed. She looked around but the man was nowhere to be seen. She wore her clothes and just as she sat down at the mirror to brush her hair, she noticed in the mirror, the man standing behind her a couple of steps away, wielding a rather large pair of scissors in his hand.

Amara turned around in fright as he walked and stood behind her.

“It’s time for your enlightenment” he said making Amara’s eyes grow wide. He placed his free hand on top of her head making her face the mirror.

“You have too much hair, it has to go” he said.

Amara’s eyes went wide with fear as he feebly tried to run away, but the man yanked her back to the mattress and using his free hand made her lie down on her belly. She saw him put the scissors down on the side table and then felt him climb over her and again began gathering her hair.

He gathered it all in a semblance of a ponytail at the nape in his left hand and opened the blades around the hair between her head and his grip.

“Please don’t” she panicked but it was too late, as he began pumping the blades “Sssccrruunncch” “Sssccrruunncch” “Sssccrruunncch”, “Sssccrruunncch” went the scissors as Amara covered her face and wept quietly.

A few moments later the scissors made the final shearing sound “Sssccchhhnnniiiipppp”, releasing a thick 4 feet long ponytail in his hand. He tied the hair with a chord and placed it on the bed.

Amara’s hair was cut into a choppy uneven bob and the man stood laughing with scissors in one hand and a the ponytail in the other.

He looked at it greedily while she looked at him with tear stroked face. He placed the hair on the table, pulled a smaller pair of shears from the drawer of the table, and began cutting away the choppy remains of her hair. He would pull up a small lock and then chop it off close to her scalp.

A while later, Amara looked a mess with streaks of tears lining her face, messed up makeup and a roughly shorn head with uneven stumps of hair. The man now placed his left hand on her chin and began spraying shaving foam on her head. Amara had given in to him, since she knew it was too late.

With a straight edge razor, he began scraping away the stumps. Using her chin, he moved her head in all directions to scrape away everything. He kept making a mess by throwing the scraped foam all around. Soon Amara’s head was shining bald.

He stood her up and took her to a mirror. They both stared into it as he placed his hands on her shoulders and said “There, this is the absolute truth, if you want something in life, you have to give something for it.

He then told her to put her clothes on, picked up the trophy ponytail from the bed and walked out of the room.

Amara somehow managed to dress herself up. Wearily she staggered out of the Sanctum, into the morning light where her truck was parked. She got into to it and finally drove away.

Meanwhile, from a window of the building, as the man saw her truck move out. He quickly picked up a bag and rushed to the rear of the Sanctum where his motorcycle was parked and quickly rode off towards the next town.

An hour later, Jenna was back in her room, crying her heart out; while the man was in the neighbouring town in his apartment. He opened a closet which had a whole range of long trophy ponytails hanging in it. With a greedy smile, he added Amara’s ponytail to the collection as the fat woman’s voice complimented him “Well done”.

The man turned around, took the fat woman in her embrace and two began smooching.