The hunter watched as the couple lay down exhausted after their lovemaking. The girl’s lustrous black hair was spread on the white pillow like the rays of a black sun. The man’s eyes twitched and his hands trembled with anticipation. He checked his bag and ran his hands over the knives, zip-ties and a length of nylon rope. Time to pay them a visit.
The young man watched, spellbound, as his lover got up, naked, and walked to make some coffee. He couldn’t believe his luck. An hour back, he was at the bar drinking away his failures and now he was in this gorgeous girl’s bed.
The girl turned and walked seductively towards him, carrying a simmering cup. Sparks and crackles came out of the cup and a gooey substance started trickling out. He watched in morbid fascination as her dark tresses extended towards him. There was something wrong about the way she walked. His eyes went round as coins as he noticed that her feet were facing backward.
The door burst open and the man in black entered brandishing a sinister looking knife.
“Stay away from her hair, idiot.” The hunter bellowed, “She is a Daayan†”
† Daayan is the term for a fiendish female spirit or witch in Indian folklore. Daayans usually take the appearance of a beautiful young woman with long plaited hair. Their power is concentrated in their hair. They usually gain strength by luring unsuspecting young men and draining their blood and vitality. The supposed way to defeat a Daayan is to cut their hair.
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1. Tales With A Twist – A collection of my short stories.
2. Route 13 : Highway to Hell– An anthology of horror short stories.