~Hex of the Voodoo Witch~
"The Gray Hair Curse"
Original Story written by:
Stacey L. Bolin
copyright: October 21, 2013
copyright: October 21, 2013
Disclaimer:
Please note that the story below is for mature
readers as it contains explicit material of a sexual nature and references alcohol use.
A couple, married in their early twenties,
stood before friends and family and confessed their love for one another until
death did them part. She was a buxom beauty with long auburn hair, sheer beauty,
flawless skin and a toned body; he was tall and tan with dark chestnut colored
hair and was as handsome and as strong as any man could be. Over the years they
built their lives together and did their best to follow the most traditional
life plan and did just about everything their parents and their grandparents
had done - Marry, purchase a home, get a car, and plan for having a family of
their own. One by one over four years they acquired all of the necessary
material items while at the same time - a handsome son and two beautiful girls
had been created and brought into the world. It was a home filled with love and
built on trust and respect.
When their children began arriving into their
teen years and early twenties, this married couple found a new past time to
their days spent together. Dinners out alone, long afternoon naps, and weekends
filled with football and great food. They had many friends and acquaintances
and often times their kids still found the time to gather together with mom and
dad, and everyone and make a great time out of it. Yet along the way, as most
couples do, their age began to greet them in the mirror each morning - a
wrinkle here and wrinkle there and few pounds here and a few pounds there. For
her, the gray came quickly, for him – his chestnut hair was still as rich in its
color as the day they married.
Knowing that it was important to be together
as they transitioned through each stage of marriage, the wife also realized the
importance of having time away from one another. She had always suggested that
her husband go out with the guys, do something with the guys and be just one of
the guys. She enjoyed his company but she also enjoyed the house to herself
which was sometimes hard to do, in their home, of 4.5 people instead of 5, since
their oldest son spent more time with his girlfriend than at home,
It was mid-October when her husband finally
decided to take his wife's advice after 20 years of marriage, and went out with
the guys on a Saturday night to the local sports bar and grill located on the
town dock that they lived in. He wore is best blue jeans and a nice shirt, yet
with very limited girth, but he wore it just the same. He pulled on his boots
and put on an old ball cap, kissed his wife good-bye and headed out the door.
She was relieved that he finally decided to go and do something for himself, while
at the same time she was already missing his company, but filled her small bout
with loneliness with movies, popcorn and pop. During a commercial that was
talking about families - she stopped to wonder what the men might be doing with
their new found guy time - watching football - Drinking beer - Having their
ego's stroked by female patrons? - Probably all of the above. With that she
paid it never a thought again.
The owners of the bar and grill knew just
want to do to create an atmosphere that would have you losing all sense of
time. There were dozens of 38" LCD
thin screened televisions perfectly placed all around the rather dimly lit bar,
so not to miss any golden sports moments. The moment they entered the building there
was a feeling that was overwhelming, and enticing at the same time. The music
in the room was a familiar tone that all the men remembered during their High
School days in the 80’s. The song was “It’s a dead man’s party” and was being
performed by a no name band called the – The Bone Keepers. There where various Halloween decorations of
bats hanging from the ceiling and black and orange garland that had been
braided with purple lights, wrapped every pole and railing in the place. The
sounds of the various bar glasses hitting together to be filled, with that
perfect drink or two, was the trigger the men needed to get their night
underway. The air was drenched in a stench of perfume, cologne, and alcohol and
they marveled at the fact that there wasn't a kid or crying baby in the place.
Being without family they bellied up to the bar and did their best to flirt
with any waitress, or female species that would make eye contact. It was their
guy’s night and there were no girlfriends or wives to snap at them for taking
in an eye full of a nice pair of boobs. They laughed and cut up while eating
all the appetizers they wanted and relished in the thought that they didn't
have to share them with their wives and children, and to top it off – the frosty
mugs of beer just kept on coming and they just kept on drinking without a care in the world. The biggest surprise was the endless special of Red Devil Tequila shots now and then, that were always on the house when the waitress brought them to their group. With each shot, the men lost their ability to think of home or anything but the enticing want to be wild and crazy. To them
there was only one word to describe their night so far - Heaven.
As the men consumed the alcohol of bravery,
the men who were single had no problems luring women to their section of the
bar. The women would laugh and rub up against them trying to be the girl chosen to
hang with them for the night, but the men who were married began to feel the
effects of life known as old age. Suddenly what had been just a guy’s night
began to feel like a single man’s night out in the military accompanied by some
one's dad that was there to supervise the choices they made and/or be the
designated driver.
As the night grew later and later, All but
one of the married men found some strategic way to excuse themselves to return
home, without looking like their wives had them wrapped around their finger.
The only one who stayed was the one who had never gone out with the guys since
his wedding day. He liked that the place helped him forget all of his responsibilities
that he had forged over the years.
Occasionally women would smile and say hello
to him as they passed by, while others would stop and engage in small talk that
would fall into a twisted form of playful teen age banter that always became
sexual. His ego was fully charged when
he caught the attention of a tall woman with curves that never ended and silky
hair that harbored an illusion that it was heavenly rays of sunlight. He was
smitten with her and welcomed the small talk and eye contact that cleverly
turned into physical touches and suggestive questioning on what they enjoyed
sexually. Deep down he knew what he was doing, but the excitement of it all
placed him in a position that at any point could be a costly mistake. As they
got closer the talk became whispering within each other ears, until a mysterious
woman graced his attention that immediately brought the coddling to an abrupt
halt. She wore a long gown of multiple exotic colors and a veiled black hat
that topped her long curly red hair. Her long beautiful nails were painted a
blood red that had the sheen of Patton leather. As she touched his face and
slowly ran her fingernails down the back of his neck her deep green eyes, looked
thought his eyes and down into the depths of his soul making his body feel paralyzed,
while without any acknowledgement to the curvaceous woman - the mysterious lady
waved her away like fly buzzing around a dead rodent that was more of a nuisance
and needed to be squashed.
She spoke to him in a low sultry southern
accent, her skin was tight and tan and her lips were full and sensual and wore
the color of blood red wine. He felt a magical sensation with her near and
never gave the other women a second thought. She asked why a married man would
place himself in a situation filled with great sexual temptation, to which he
replied, while wearing a look of confusion, “I love how it makes me feel young
again.”
She continued to look deeply into his eyes
that made him feel an urgency to share with her how he was struggling with the
sensation that half of him wanted to enjoy the feeling of something new,
something exciting, but wanted it to be nothing more than a great sexual
experience with the woman without a name just a label of a wife for a night.
However the trusting, faithful side of him knew that he had a true love that
had been left behind in the home they made together and she was his wife for
life.
She told him that she sensed great
destruction if he chose the path of poison and that keeping such feelings and
tempting interactions, concealed from his wife, would cause him and those around
him great distress.
It was at that point he went from intrigued
to irritate and he laughed at her as his eyes revealed the label of crazy that
he had now placed upon her. He believed his wife had put this woman up to this.
She glared at him and without hesitation
confronted him and his labeling and shared with him that if his wishes
were to feel like a young man of 25 again and wanted to take comfort in the
arms of another - she could grant his wishes and he could have it all for a
price and his wife would never find out unless he told her the truth.
When asked what the price would be, still
believing she was a drunken wacko preaching magical powers that were only there
because of the alcohol that made her brain believe this. She slowly reached up
to the top of his head and pulled one strand of his hair from his scalp. She
placed the hair and its root into a silk scarf in her hand and sprinkled a
sparkling powder over it as she spoke in a deep throaty chant. She then folded
the scarf into what looked like a powder puff and then asked him again if his
wishes really were to feel like a young man of 25 again and engage in an
intense sexual affair that his wife would never find out about - unless he told
her the truth.
He sat there waiting for some candid camera
gotcha moment to suddenly spring out of nowhere with his wife leading the
charge yelling – Surprise!
He turned to her and said in a smart ass
voice, trying to call her bluff, “Sure why not, you only live once.” It wasn’t
until after he said yes and many months later, did he learn the price he would
pay for his choice to be wanted by women, and enjoy other women and his wife
would never know or be hurt by his needs to feel young again.
Her eyes began to glow blinding neon green,
blood bubbled in the palm of her hand where the sack of hair and powder were.
She stood up and as she chanted in a mysterious language and padded the sack on
his head until she had touched every piece of hair. He could feel the electric
energy of his youthful ness that he once had in the years of his mid-twenties
fill every ounce of his body. Without any hesitation, and never asking what the
price would be, he went over to the curvaceous blond, whispered in her ear, and
then they both left the building. He left
his friends at the bar and a belief that if she was a true witch with the
powers to make a person’s desires come true, then he was going to try his new
wish out on the curvaceous blond that had been ready to take their touching to
another level.
As they stood outside the bar, he told his
new wife for a night that he needed to call home and check on his mother, that
was staying with him on a vacation, and that she would needed to stay quiet so
that his mother wouldn’t be upset that he chose to be with a lady friend
instead of going home. In his youthful
mind he was certain that it was important that he tell his wife what he thought
she’d want to hear, and he wasn’t about to let her learn any different. It was
then he decided that his story would be that he was going to stay with one of the
guys, because he had had too much to drink and didn’t want to take a chance on
driving. It sounded truthful – she’d believe him.
The phone rang three times before his wife
realized that the ringing was real, not in the dream she was having after
falling asleep three hours earlier on the couch.
“Hello?”
“Hi Hon, your right . . . guys night out was
just want I needed.” He found it hard to hide the tone in his voice that he was
about to lie to his one true love.
“So I bet you all watched football and drank
beer?” she said with excitement that she got to hear his voice that didn’t
sound stressed or tired.
His lady friend pressed herself against him
kissing his neck as she ran her hands up and down his body while he spoke on
the phone. He did his best to Take long controlled breaths as he replied, “Yes,
but as for the beer, I think I over did it so I’m going to stay here at one of
the guys places.” His hair line across his temples began to itch.
“Hon, we only live a couple miles away . . .
I can call you a cab or come and get you if you’d like.”
“No, that’s OK. I’m fine and we’re going to
play some cards, maybe I could win some cash for a nice dinner out, just you
and I. How does that sound?” The itching
began to feel hot and he wondered if maybe he was having an allergic reaction
to the crazy voodoo wannabe’s flour head chant.
“Are you sure you’re OK? You didn’t get
yourself in trouble? You are starting to sound funny.”
“Just having fun,” his voice squeaked out in
a high pitch. “Gotta go, were leaving now. Love ya.”
In a sweet trusting and tired voice she
replied, “I love you too. Sweet dreams.”
***
To his new found pleasure goddess music was a
must when wanting good sex to be great sex. She hit the button on the room radio
and was thrilled to think that it was one of her favorite groups – Depeche Mode,
performing her favorite song to get down and dirty to, “Strange Love.” The
hotel room was a mess. Clothes, underwear, shoes, pillows, sheets and blankets etc.,
were strewn everywhere as the curvaceous blonde took him over and over again in
every square inch of the hotel room – including on their balcony where she
wanted to introduce him to the intense sexual feeling that builds inside of a
person when mixed with the notion of being caught having getting it on in public.
He never once thought of his life as a father, a husband with a mortgage and his
family or the wife that had always loved and trusted him for more than a decade.
All he could feel was the sexual connect of their bodies becoming one and the
ability to go on and on for hours and hours until their hot passionate love making
would have them drop with sheer exhaustion to allow them to rest until the next
waking round.
The next morning when he had awaken, he sat
up on the bed and looked around the room at the mess that he and his
unknown partner had made. A note written on hotel stationary, on the pillow next
to him read, “You little devil - thanks for a great night of great sex. If you're ever in the mood to
screw around my numbers on the back of this note.”
He got himself up and quickly did his best to
straighten the room. Took a shower to wash the smell of the other woman off him,
got dressed and out the door he went. As he sat in the car, he toyed with the
idea of whether to call his wife or just show up. He decided that a stop at the
market for a dozen roses and a bear claw would surprise her – he was right.
She was so happy to see him when he walked
into the house and even more excited when she had seen the gifts he had with
him. As he turned around to sit down and take off his boots, his wife noticed
something on temple of his head.
“Hon? What’s the grayish spot?” she said as
she leaned in closer to get a better look. “Well, well, you’ve got few gray
hairs on that head of yours, but don’t worry sweetness; I’ve got a whole head
full, but that’s why I made friends with a hair dresser that can take that gray
away and keep me looking good for you. It’s just part of the deal in life when
we start to get old and slow down.”
“What deal?” he said shocked, while wondering
what would make her think that it was all part of a deal.
“Maybe next time you and your lady of the
night will go to bed earlier.” She remarked with a witty sound of humor in her
voice. “Lying causes stress and will also make your hair gray.” Then she
laughed and went into the kitchen to heat up the bear claw and get another cup
of coffee.
He sat in the chair, battling the good and
bad of whether to confess to his wife about what he had done the night before
or too just pretend it never happened.
As days grew into weeks, he found himself
doing all he could to cover up what had happened in the bar and grill that
night. The problem he had was controlling the occasional itch that he would get
with each time he spoke about that night, but as bad as it would get, he’d
change his shampoo’s and get frequent haircuts hoping it would stop. A first he
found it easy to say and do all he could to keep the truth from being told. He
did his best to keep his wife happy both in and out of the bedroom, yet his
youthful feeling desires were become more than his wife wanted and many a
nights he would go to bed frustrated for the need for sexual pleasure. His
friends, that had also seen him leave that night swore to never tell his wife
that he had spent the night with another woman.
He had kept the unknown woman’s note at work
and decided that it was time to give her a call. They agreed that one Friday he
would get out of work early and they would meet at the Holiday Inn Express that
was just on the other side of town. When the day had finally come for their
sexual encounter again, he noticed something he had not before. She didn’t
appear to be as firm and curvaceous as he had remembered. And her hair appeared
dull and dry. Her Maybe she was sick or coming down with something. Her
explanation was that she was getting older and noticed over the past month she
was going gray, so she decided it was time to color her hair if she wanted to
stay blonde. She still had the want to have sex with him, but was content with
just keeping the moment simple and slow, no crazy positions, and doing it once
was great - twice without a break was pushing it. He just couldn’t understand
what had happened to his wild woman of the night. He decided then, it would be
the last time they would get together, but for some reason he just couldn’t get
himself to throw her number away, as for him it was like a memento that
reminded him of a time when
By late spring of the follow year, he had
noticed that his wife was looking more youthful, had more energy, she had the
look that she had when they had first met. The most puzzling was she was not
going out have her hair done anymore to cover up the gray, while his head was
now almost 65% covered in gray hair and his bones began to feel arthritic and
his energy level kept going down. He was only 47, but that youthful feeling
that he enjoyed for those few short weeks, had gone from wild and wonderful to
the extreme opposite that made him feel his was twice as old as he was.
“Maybe if I
went back to the Voodoo woman at the bar, she’d grant me another dose of young
stud energy.” He though as he made his way home from work.
When he arrived home, he was shocked to find
his wife learning a twerking move that their younger daughters were making fun
of after watching the MTV awards. He couldn’t help but notice how youthful his
wife looked and how soft and silky her hair appeared. He could feel himself
falling in love all over again with her.
“Certainly she had had her hair done, you
can’t go from gray to your natural hair color – it just isn’t possible.” he
pondered.
“Hey Dad!” exclaimed their oldest daughter,
“Did mom tell you that big brother is in town and he’s taking us to the bar and
grill on the docks downtown for dinner tonight.”
He stood still for a moment remembering what
had happened to him, and knew this could be his once chance to get a second
dose of youth.
***
As they sat at a table just a few short feet
from the bar, he noticed that the bartender was trying to get his attention.
“Excuse me for a moment everyone, I need to
get some water.”
He walked up to the bar and did his best to
scan the room without bring any attention upon him and trigger his family to
questioning what his odd behavior was all about.
“Hey man, how are you doing? You never came
back, did you and that hot blonde get to make it or what?” he said sounding
more and more like a gossip greedy bartender.
“Ah, no, we didn’t.”
“Wow,
another lie. I think I saw another gray hair add itself to you head. I hear
that she looks like shit and looks like she is 100 years old. Did you do what the Voodoo Witch told you to
do? Or did you choose option B. which was - you and anyone else would pay
dearly for any lies about what happened?”
“No she never said what the payment was.”
“She tried to, but you had only one thing
on the brain and one thing only. She told me after you left that she hoped when the
first signs of the gray hair began to show, you would come back to learn what
you could do to reverse it.”
“You mean this old man looking hair and face
and the aching bones would have stayed the way she made me that night - sexually energized and young again?”
“Yeah, but you were thinking with the wrong
head. I bet if I had only once guess, that women at the table with you with the
beautiful skin and long silky red hair is your wife?”
“What about it?”
“If you had been honest with how you were feeling about aging, you wouldn’t be in
your rapidly aging old man body your in now.” The bartender said with a laugh, “All
you had to do was tell your wife the truth AND you could have been a stud whose
wife would never find out about you getting it on with a new lady every night
and with the energy you had when you left here – you could have accomplished
it.”
“So if I just start telling the truth, then
all will reverse?” He said hopeful.
“No. your honesty should have been from the
very start. You would have told your wife that some Voodoo witch doctor cast a
spell on your and that you would be forever young feeling and youthful with an
endless sex drive. All you had to say was that. Then anything more your wife
would have laughed away as a joking passive aggressive personality. But you
lied from the start, so now everyone, including yourself, involved in the lies
you told to hide the truth suffer the same fate as you and your once hot wife
for a night.
“So what now?” he questioned, as the reality
of the choices that he had made were the reasons behind his gray hair and body
pain. “We would now become an old men and women faster than I would have if I
had never met that mysterious witch woman that night?”
“You know man . . . I have to tell you one
other thing. Because of your all the big
lies, little lies and occasional white lies you told your wife – she will forever
reap the benefits of what you once had – youthfulness, great skin, healthy body
and bones, and she knows the truth about who and what you have done, but does not react as she know you have given
her a greater gift – the ability to be seen by others and as a loving beautiful
wife that once had a truth worthy, honest husband that couldn’t handle the idea
of getting older and made a deal with the devil to give up his family for the life of a youthful
man of 25 with a great body at the age you are now - 47 right? What a screw up . . . this would have been for as long as you live.
“So how do you know so much about my life?”
he said in a smart ass tone of voice.
“My wife and I own this bar.”
“Yeah and?”
“Didn’t you read the name on the door?”
“NO!”
“Devils Bar and Grill – My wife does the Voodoo
and the devil takes the souls when the magic is over.”
“If she’s the Voodoo witch then who is the
Devil? I don’t seem him.” He said in disbelief of what was being told to him.
“You know, I never introduced myself to you
the last time you were here. Please accept my sincere apologies, the name is
Lou. S. Cifer, owner and operator of this crazy join.”
“Wow your name sounds like Lucifer the fallen angel, when you
say it fast.”
The bartender smiled his devilish grin.
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Music referenced in this story:
Oingo Boingo - It's a dead man's party
Depeche Mode - Strange Love
