Salon Studios 3

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Salon Studios 3, a regular complained one day, ‘I keep seeing the same old lady in the mirror!’ The stylist laughed it off until she started noticing the same woman everywhere—watching from outside while he worked, even reflected in the shampoo bottles. Finally, during a quiet Sunday morning, the owner decided to hide behind a curtain and peeked out. There she was—a friendly older lady with a big smile, holding a cup of coffee and admiring her new hairstyle. The stylist introduced herself, and they ended up chatting for hours over tea and gossip. Now, whenever someone complains about an old lady in the mirror, everyone just smiles and says, ‘She’s our secret VIP client.’

2. A neighborhood delivery driver pulled up to Salon Studios 3 with a big smile on his face. He had just learned an unusual shortcut through the alley behind the salon. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something strange: every time he passed that spot, he caught a glimpse of someone brushing their hair in mid-air. Curious, he decided to check it out and found nothing but empty air. Smiling to himself, he thought maybe it was just a reflection from the salon’s mirror or some optical illusion. Later that day, while delivering another package, he again saw the same figure—only this time it was waving cheerfully at him. Turning around, everyone else seemed oblivious, leaving our delivery driver wondering if perhaps he’d stumbled upon a secret club for invisible hairstylists.

3. A customer exclaimed, 'Every time I come here, it feels like someone’s watching me from the mirror!' The stylist smiled knowingly and whispered, ‘Don’t worry, they’re just my reflections practicing for their audition in your next life!’ A regular chuckled, relieved—and left with a new haircut and an amusing story to tell.

4. At dawn, when Salon Studios 3 usually hummed to life, an early bird noticed something odd. The streetlights were on full blast, casting eerie shadows across the empty chairs. Curious, they peered inside and saw a sleepy hairstylist fiddling with the lights. ‘What are you doing?’ asked the stranger gently. With a yawn, the stylist replied, “I thought it was nighttime. Thought I’d give everyone here a little glow.” And with that, he turned off the lights, leaving only soft studio lamps illuminating the empty salon—completely normal again.