Lovely Hair
There's a man who goes from shop to shop, never straying out of the center of Amsterdam. He's thin, frail and at first glance he looks like just another sweet old man.
But there is something odd about him. You'll know when he approaches you. Something is off. He'll smile at you and compliment your hair. It's such pretty hair. Lovely hair. And could he have a lock of it? Please, just give him one lock?
You'll probably think that he's joking. Don't.
Don't smile, don't hesitate, don't be polite. And whatever you do, don't say yes.
But there is something odd about him. You'll know when he approaches you. Something is off. He'll smile at you and compliment your hair. It's such pretty hair. Lovely hair. And could he have a lock of it? Please, just give him one lock?
You'll probably think that he's joking. Don't.
Don't smile, don't hesitate, don't be polite. And whatever you do, don't say yes.