Terror Firsthand #69: The Eyelash Spot

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: The Eyelash Spot

BadazzNeekaK speaking on the new reality show 'The Eyelash Spot' 

The next morning, I went back downstairs to pay for the room again. I was too shook and scared to leave the property. I was hoping the masked man wasn't a narcissist who'd come back to get me just because I didn't leave the hotel. For breakfast, I drank a cup of coffee and ate a plain toasted bagel.

I went back to my room and cut the TV on. Mary Ann Crouton was on there.

"Mary Ann Crouton was found unconscious inside of her Atlanta mansion earlier this morning. Her husband, Paul Lawrence Crouton made the discovery, and said that he had no parts in his wife's murder. The autopsy revealed that her death was caused by strangulation." Said the reporter.

"Paul Lawrence Crouton was taken into custody again as a suspect. He is being held at the Fulton county jail without bond." Said the reporter, and that was the end of that.

I turned the channel and saw BadazzNeekaK, introducing a new reality TV show called 'The Eyelash Spot'. It was basically a show about a bunch of women getting their eyelashes done from BadazzNeekaK, whose real name is Zyneeka Monet Barnes-King. It's a show that I would never watch. 

I began to grow tired of being in Atlanta. I called Romeo back but he said that he was in Miami Florida. Then he asked me to drive out there and I said that I couldn't afford to. I sat at the hotel all day watching TV. I realized that I ran out of medicated face cream used to treat dermatitis. My face started breaking out really bad, so I made an appointment with the dermatologist. I had to stay in Atlanta one more day so I could go. 

I eventually turned the TV channel again and saw BadazzNeekaK's husband on a podcast called "All Da Hood Businesses". It was a podcast show about business owners living in the hood and having shops in the hood. BadazzNeekaK's husband's name is Lamont Demonte`King. He was gay as f*ck and telling all of their business. 

"So how long have you been married to BadazzNeekaK?" Asked the host, Katrina Barnes. 

"Girrrrrrll, I've been married to BadazzNeekaK for 5 years. That's my baby. I love ha to death." Said the gay man. He looked like a transgender woman.

"So how did y'all meet? And why are you dressed like a woman, are you a transgender?" Asked Katrina Barnes.

BadazzNeekaK's husband, Lamont Demonte` King (right)

"I met BadazzNeekaK in business school. She was in my business class and I decided to holler at her. Back then I was a man, that identified as male, but after I married her, she told me I could be myself. She saw me wearing makeup and dresses and told me that she would never leave me. At that point, I loved ha even more. After being married to Zyneeka for 4 years, I started identifying as a woman. She even helped pay for my hormones and gender reassignment surgery. I love ha to death!" Said Lamont Demonte`King.

"You look just like a woman. Whoever did your surgery was on point girl." Said Katrina Barnes.

"Girrrrl yes, my surgery went as smooth as a missile." Said Lamont Gayonte`King. 

"So what! BadazzNeekaK is married to a tranny and won't stop ripping people's eyelashes off, and gluing people's eyelids shut! Good for her!" I yelled at the screen.

"So what do you do for a living? You did get your business degree didn't you?" Asked Katrina Barnes.

"Yes, after I got the degree I helped Zyneeka start 'The Eyelash Spot', Then we got married." Said Lamont Gayonte`King.

"That's strange. You don't find too many straight women that will marry a transgender woman. Congratulations to the both of you. When are you guys reality show starting?" Asked Katrina Barnes.

"Giiiurrrrl It's going to be litty! It starts next Thursday at 8 pm. The show is going to air once a week. Y'all better tune in giiiurrrrl." Said Lamont Gayonte' King, while acting overly excited and hype about his gay ass show with his gay ass wife. The gay man had black fingernail polish on his toenails. It was disgusting. 

"I won't be watching that!" I said outloud to the TV, right before changing the channel. 

What I saw next was very sickening. Paul Lawrence Crouton and Mary Ann Crouton's son and daughter was on there. I didn't even know they had kids.

Paul Lawrence and Mary Ann Crouton's children- Johnathan 'Jon Jon' Crouton (left) and Kaitlyn Crouton (right)

"I hate my dad for killing my mom and uncle Tremaine." Said the daughter Kaitlyn Crouton, who was only 15. 

"Damn! Now their kids snitching! Gosh! What has the world come to! They're following in their mom's footsteps!" I said outloud. 

I knew that uncle Tremaine wasn't really their uncle. They just called him that because he was close to their dad.

"Johnathan Crouton, how do you feel about loosing your mom and dad?" Asked the reporter.

"You can call me Jon Jon like my mom did. And I feel awful. I don't think my dad did it. It must've been someone else." Said Johnathan Crouton.

"So you guys weren't home during the murder? How do you know it was your dad that killed your mom then Kaitlyn?" Asked the reporter.

"Because I heard mom and dad arguing the day before. I heard my dad tell my mom that she shouldn't have said anything about Tremaine. Then I saw him slap her across the face and drag her down the hall. I wasn't there the day she died though. I was at summer camp." Said Kaitlyn Crouton.

"My dad is a bad person. One day I saw him beating a man up at the mans house and it was blood all over the couch. I was scared of my dad after that." Kaitlyn Crouton continued. 

"Who was the man your dad beat?" Asked the reporter.

"I think he worked at the bar where my mom and dad owns. I think he was friends with uncle Tremaine. I heard my dad tell the man to stay away from the bar and grill and don't come back, while he was punching him." Said Kaitlyn Crouton.

"Damm. Those kids will never be s*it!" I yelled at the screen.

"So whose going to take care of you guys? Where do you live now?" Asked the reporter.

"We live with Uncle Tremaine's mom in Norfolk Virginia." Said Johnathan Crouton.

"What the fu*k!? That ain't safe at all! Why the f*ck were those kids placed in the mother's home of the man their father killed and the man their mom had an affair with?! This world is crazy!" I screamed.

"My eyes hurt." Said Kaitlyn Crouton.

"So how did you guys get all the way to Atlanta for this interview?" Asked the reporter.

"Someone that works here paid for our bus ticket. My eyes are hurting really bad." Said Kaitlyn Crouton, while crying.

"Are you okay?" Asked the reporter.

"I got my lashes done before I came to Atlanta with my brother. Now my eyes hurt. They started hurting soon I left the eyelashes place. I can't talk anymore can I go now?" Asked Kaitlyn right in the middle of the interview.

What I was seeing was absolutely twisted! I became outraged at the justice system. The Eaton family might kill their lil f*cking asses! They might even rape and molest them! Then to top it off, BadazzNeekaK had the nerve to put super glue on a 15 year old's eyelashes. How did a girl like Kaitlyn end up in a ghetto ass shop like that anyway? 

I couldn't take the Crouton family drama any longer. I cut the TV off and took a long hot shower. Then I cut the AC on as high as I could, rolled up a blunt, and laid in the bed in complete silence. I fell asleep, and went downstairs to pay for the room again after I woke up. I skipped breakfast and went straight to the dermatologist. 

The pharmacist holding the face cream medicine 

After I left the dermatologist, I went to pick up the medicated face cream and then went back to the hotel. After I got settled in, I received a nasty message from a nasty troll. The message read,

Who told you you could leave us and write all that bullshit? You belong to us forever. You're the gayest, ugliest, most mentally retarded woman walking the planet! We'll never let you go! You owe us everything you got!

I don't know who the f*ck sent the gross message and I don't know who the f*ck "we" and "us" is. As usual, it could've been anybody damn body. It could've been the masked man with the knife or it could've been GD6. It could've been an internet troll or a stalker that I never even met a day in my life! I ignored the troll and continued to sit inside the hotel.

A few hours later, I went to a eyelash bar called 'The Bougie Lash Bar'. It was basically a place where they do eyelashes. They also have a mini bar inside where clients could buy alcohol. I wanted to see what the inside of one looked like. I also wanted to apply for a job. I figured I'd do a better job than BadazzNeekaK back in Virginia. 

When I got inside, I asked the receptionist if they were hiring. All the women working there had on a black T shirt with 'The Bougie Lash Bar' on the back of it. 

"Hi, it says on you guys website that you're hiring. I'd like to apply." I said.

"Do you live in the Atlanta area?" Asked the owner.

"No but I'd like to move here." I replied.

"Do you have a cosmetology license?" Asked the owner.

"No, but I'd like to get one." I replied. "I'll take the training." 

"Do you have any felonies?" Asked the owner, whose name was Geraldine Lassiter. She was wearing a name tag, and drinking a martini.

"Only one and it is very old and it wasn't in Georgia." I replied.

"Are you gay?" Asked Geraldine.

"No! What the f*ck that gotta do with anything?! I need money! Hire me!" I yelled.

The owner of 'The Bougie Lash Bar' in ATL - Geraldine Lassiter 

"Oh. I'm sorry. We here at The Bougie Lash Bar don't hire people unless they're gay." Said Geraldine.

"What! What type of f*cking gay lash bar is this?! What the hell?! I hate you guys!" I said, before storming out of the building. 

I wanted to snatch that Martini out of her hand and throw it in her face! How rude! I knew right then that I wasn't going to be able to go back to Virginia and run BadazzNeekaK out of business. 

I went to two more eyelash salons in Atlanta and filled out an application, even though I knew I wasn't going to be around long. I didn't have time to get a cosmetology license. I went to a pizza joint for dinner, and ordered a personal size pepperoni pizza with spinach. It was delicious. After I ate the pizza, I went back to my hotel room, took another hot shower, and went to sleep.