On strange jobs and family legacies
(or how a certail Mr. Fell got himself a barber in the 1800's and has been visiting him ever since...or so he believes)
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a very short drabble inspired by this post by @andhumanslovedstories (hope you don't mind me taking this delicious inspo, shoving it down my greedy throat and running away with it like a feral dog)- anyway enjoy!
*somewhere in London, at a pub, in the wee hours of the morning probably*
"So the job market's damn tough these days, right? The missus thinks I oughta spruce up my applications but I just.. how does one even go about adding 'amateur occult barber' to their CV?"
"Probably list it as a special skill. Wait, what do you mean occult?"
*shrugs* "Yeah, man, my family's been, like, haunted? For generations. This strange fella pops up every four years like clockwork to get his haircut. His hair doesn't actually grow all that much though so he mostly just gossips for a bit and then leaves. Some thought he was a vampire but he shows up in mirrors just fine, so...my money's on ghost."
"Ha, right. That's enough whiskey for you, mate. You're wasted."
"Am not! It's all true! Goes all the way back to my great-great-great-great-maybe even greater-grandfather! We kinda pass him down through generations. You know how some families have, like, war medals and gold watches and stuff as heirlooms? Think that, but a bit more fucked up. There's even this big family book of all his crazy stories and all!"
"...you realise how insane you sound, right?"
"Meh, you get used to it. His tips alone put the last five generations of my family through university so we just kinda stopped asking questions."
"So you're telling me. You're haunted. By a billionaire ghost."
"Yup."
"And he doesn't...I don't know, torment you in any way? Just.. asks you to cut his hair."
"Uh-uh. Not so big on the whole door-slamming, wall-scratching, book-throwing business. Just got a knack for personal grooming I suppose."
"...Brian, you're an accountant."
"Yeah. I don't think he noticed."
