Swan Beauty Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, an old delivery driver pulled up to Swan Beauty Salon with a mysterious box. He whispered something strange to the night security guard before hurrying off into the foggy morning. The next day, when the salon opened, everyone found a note on the counter: ‘Swans are always graceful in the morning mist.’ Inside the mysterious box was a vase of fresh flowers and a new set of combs for each stylist—all handmade by a local artist. Turns out, it was just a thoughtful gesture from one of the neighbors who wanted to support the salon’s unique charm.

2. In the early morning, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the salon’s reception area. A small, neatly wrapped package had appeared overnight, addressed simply to ‘The Swan Beauty Salon’. Curious, he opened it to find a single strand of silver hair and a note reading: 'For your most elegant client.' Turns out, it was just a prank from a regular who wanted to see if they could get free highlights.

3. At sunset, when most people had already left for home, a neighbor decided to take a shortcut through the parking lot. Suddenly, he noticed something strange inside the half-opened salon door. Inside, the lights were dim, and on the floor lay an overturned bottle of hair dye. A delivery driver was trying to calmly explain to the startled receptionist that he’d accidentally knocked it over while placing his package. The neighbor, meanwhile, discreetly backed away, deciding that maybe next time he’d just use the main entrance after all.

4. At closing time, when only the night janitor remained, he found a strange package in the salon’s mailroom. Curious, he opened it and discovered a wig so realistically styled that it looked like it belonged to someone who’d just walked out the door. The next morning, when the beauticians arrived, they joked that maybe one of their clients had left it behind during a late-night appointment. By lunchtime, though, the janitor confessed his little secret: he was certain the wig belonged to none other than the delivery driver who’d dropped off coffee earlier that week. Everyone laughed, agreeing that from now on, anyone could leave anything—even themselves—in the salon without fear of judgment.