creepypasta

what would you do with a billion dollars

Upon waking up, I saw a had a text.

Cut your mother's hair off while she is sleeping.

Who is this?

You said you would do anything for a billion dollars. Cut your mother's hair off while she is sleeping.

I laughed out loud. Someone must have made a fake account and used my phone to add themselves. But how could they guarantee I would comment on their silly post? It was a shot in the dark on their end, but a prank nonetheless, that much I was certain of at the time.

I had a wig from one of my old plays at school, so I decided to send them a picture with its lock of hair.

Your mother's hair is blonde, and she is going to be waking up soon. If you want the money, I would suggest hurrying. Her alarm is set to go off in ten minutes.

I would have been scared, had I of known it wasn't a friend or a family member texting me. They would know the color of her hair, or even the time she started getting ready for work. It wasn't ominous, it was laughable.

I exited my room and peaked into my mother's to see her sound asleep. I smiled half-heartedly. In a week I would be studying in Spain, no longer in the comforts of my own home.

You look so sad. It's just a piece of hair.

My eyes darted around to take in my surroundings but my mind could not be bothered with comprehending the gravity of this situation.

Seven minutes until her alarm goes off and she changes out of her grey nightgown and into her work uniform.

Who is this?!

Six minutes. This is your last chance. After that, Circe will be your only way to a billion dollars, and I don't think you would like that.

A picture was attached to the message. Circe was seemingly unconscious in the middle of a cement floor. I had no time to think, only to react. I grabbed a pair of scissors and hurriedly ran back into my mothers room. I cringed as I heard the snip. My mother adored her hair and I ruined it. But, if this wasn't a prank, a lock of hair was a small price to pay for my friend.

After sending the photo, my phone buzzed,

Good. You're one step closer.

You didn't say I had to do anything else!

You said you would do anything. I intend to take advantage of that. Perhaps, you should have been more specific. Better advice for next time.

Dealing with my mothers anger wasn't easy. I felt unsafe explaining to her why I did it. Perhaps it would make the rest of this easy. She refused to speak to me the rest of the day. I was worried sick about Circe, awaiting another damning text with instructions. It wasn't about the money. It never was. It was now about her safety.