The Gorgon working the reception desk at Curl Up and Dye, the Eerie Mall's most popular hair salon, glowered at the appointment book open in front of her. The appointment book, made of human skin and sporting a single still-living eye of jaundiced aspect, glared back, stubbornly refusing to turn to stone.
"I'm telling you, the book changes these appointments by itself," she hissed. "Mrs. Wilson comes in every six weeks for a cut and colour. She never misses, she's never late, and she
never cancels."
She tapped one emerald-green nail against the crossed-out entry.
"It knows something," she insisted.
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