Haunted Hair #16
by Cherie Ann Turpin
(30 Stories in 30 Days)
I probably shouldn’t have switched from my usual brand just to save some money.
Three weeks ago I bought a few packets of hair for my redo of my weave from a sale bin at a hair and beauty discount shop I found near Prince George’s Plaza. The other hair shop in the same area, my usual stop, was closed, plus I really needed to pinch some coins this month. I spent half of what I would usually have to pay for real hair, and when I looked at the tracks, they seemed almost lifelike. Quality product, I thought. I wondered why it ended up in the sale bin.
The next morning I showed up to the hair salon and handed the hair packets to Carol, my hair stylist, who raised an eyebrow when I told her I found a cheaper product. She pulled out the long, spiraled tracks and laid them flat on the work counter. I thought I saw something move beneath the strands. Must be the wind, I thought. I sat down in the chair and closed my eyes as Carol began to detangle and comb my hair before washing it and braiding it into cornrows for the weave sew-in. Three hours later, I walked out of Carol’s Salon with long, wavy hair that seemed to have a life of its own. Driving on I-495 with the windows down, I let my hair dance around my head with the howling wind flowing all around my head.
Except for the black shadow that keeps showing up in my mirrors and all of my photographs, I think my new hair style is fabulous.