The Haircut

A barber is at work one day when in comes a man with dreadlocks. The man has decided that his dreads have become too unkempt and dirty, and it's time for a change of style, so he sits down in the chair and the barber goes to work, hacking off his hair. It's a tough job. The dreads don't look like they've been washed in ages, and there's an awful smell coming off of them, but the barber's too polite to complain.

After about half an hour that barber is almost done. There's only one more really stubborn clump of hair remaining. He gets a new pair of scissors and gets to work, chopping away at the tangled net of hair. And as he works the barber starts to realise that there's something in there, something shiny, something weird. He bends down to take a closer look.

Then all of a sudden the man twitches violently. At first the barber thinks he might have cut the guy with his scissors, but that's not it. The man goes into a fit, jerking and convulsing in the chair. He slides to the floor. The barber backs away, frightened, and grabs the phone to call an ambulance.

Before he can the man goes still. All apart from his hair. The stubborn clump that the barber was hacking at is still moving, and as he watches something emerges from it. It's a spider, a massive, shiny backed tarantula, its jaws still dark with the dead man's blood.