A man, Tommy, goes to a barber shop and gets the usual. He talks about how he had a friend in high school, Kevin, who thought that barbers were vampires and a vampire owned the shop. Tommy admits that Kevin almost convinced him...Read the full recap
Tommy: It's blood. Swirling blood. There's a place like this in your town. A place just like this. Every town has a place like this. A barber shop where the prices have not changed in twenty years. A place where no one seems to go.
Tommy: Hey, I don't want to do anything illegal.
Kevin: Come on, man, what's a little breaking and entering between friends?
Tommy: Uh, there's just a slight problem with that, Kev.
Tommy: I hate to break it to you and mess up your neat theories and all, but there hasn't been exactly a scourge of missing people or dead bodies around town. In fact, I can't think of anyone who's ended up dead under mysterious circumstances in the past year or two except Old Man Peterson. And that wasn't too mysterious. His wife got fed up with his snoring and shot him five times.