It's Friday the 13th Again

Readers beware you're in for a scare!I hope my story will thrill you!
“Mom, do I have to cut my hair?”Whined Shawn. “Yes you do,” said Carrie, Shawn’s mom. “Here’s ten dollars, just tell Claire how you want it cut, but don’t wander off to the toy store and come back still looking like a wooly mammoth,” she said. “Don’t worry,” Shawn said looking innocently into his mom’s sky blue eyes in the middle of her pale but smooth face. Then she flipped her hair and told Shawn,” Okay I believe you but be back before 3:00!” she said as he was heading out the big blue door. Outside the house the air was humid, with a cool breeze that sent goose bumps down his arms. Perfect weather for some football, Shawn thought as he continued his path down the cracked pavement. On the way to his cut, he walked by the electronics store and watched the headlines of the news on the televisions in the big store glass window. The front story was Joe Harvey; the barber of their town was put in prison after murdering three customers. He had escaped from prison and was yet to be found. Harvey, Harvey, it sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite put is finger on it. DING! Oh now he remembered, Harvey was Claire’s last name, the barber must be her husband. He watched as the date, Friday, September 13, 2022. Friday the thirteenth, he thought adding more goose bumps to his arms. Then he continued on his way. As he reached the big red door, he opened it to be greeted by the cheery ding ding of a bronze bell on the door. “Hey Claire,” Shawn said. “The usual?” Claire asked. “Yep,” Shawn replied. He sat down on a padded chair and waited while Claire collected her buzzers. Then she started buzzing his brownish blonde hair that he had inherited from his dad. All of a sudden the phone rang. Claire looked at him and said, “one minute”. On her way to the phone Claire stomped on the floor and a big hole opened in the floor.”It’s fine honey, “Claire said.”I just need you to cut Shawn’s hair while I take this call.” Out of the hole rose the identical twin of the murderer on television. He looked dazed and terrified and his eyes darted every which way. Joe opened his mouth like he was going to speak when Claire screamed “NOW.” A terrified look came over the man’s face as he rushed behind me, grabbed the buzzer. “You didn’t kill them did you?” Shawn said but Claire was there throwing Joe into the huge mirror in the wall. Then she pushed him again, this time through the huge salon window and Joe ended up limp on the road. Then Claire looked at Shawn and said “I’ll be back,” as she grabbed a buzzer, took some skin off his cheek and ran. “And that’s how I got this scar”, 73 year old Shawn told his grandkids. And as he left the room, he could’ve sworn he could hear a buzz.