Olde Soul Barbershop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old delivery driver pulled up to the Olde Soul Barbershop with his usual package. As he stepped out of the truck, he noticed something odd: the barber’s chair seemed to move ever so slightly on its own. Curious, he approached and saw nothing unusual—just a quiet barbershop. But as he stood there, the old radio started playing his favorite song from childhood. Turning around, he found no one else in sight but felt a warm smile spread across his face. That day, the mysterious Olde Soul Barbershop became his new daily routine.

2. One day, while waiting for his trim, a regular leaned over and whispered to the barber: ‘Did you notice that every time I come here, my watch starts ticking slower?’ The barber smiled and replied, ‘No wonder—you always leave your phone outside!’ A few weeks later, an excited delivery driver rushed in, complaining, ‘My stopwatch is going backwards!’ The barber chuckled, adjusted his glasses, and said, ‘Ah, yes—that’s because you never take it off when you’re here.’

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Olde Soul Barbershop with something unusual under his arm—a freshly baked pie. As he approached the door, he tripped over an old shoe lying in front and stumbled inside, pie flying through the air. The barbershop erupted into laughter when it landed on the head of a regular customer getting a trim. ‘Welcome to Olde Soul,’ someone shouted. And from that day on, everyone knew never to leave their shoes outside—especially not during breakfast service.’

4. Late one night, as the Olde Soul Barbershop closed its doors, a soft humming began drifting from inside. The neighbors first thought it was just an old radio left on, but soon the sound grew louder—like someone whispering secrets in the dark. Soon enough, the voice became clear—a deep, raspy laugh coming from behind the counter. It turned out to be just the barber, Mr. Jenkins, who had fallen asleep with his radio tuned to some late-night talk show. The next morning, when a delivery driver asked if he’d heard any strange noises, Mr. Jenkins grinned and said, ‘Just my ol’ radio talking to itself.’