About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Elude Salon & Suites closed its doors, something strange began happening in the empty lobby. A little girl, visiting her aunt who worked there as a stylist, would often sit on the bench near the reception desk. One evening, she noticed that the reflection in the large mirror behind the front desk seemed to move slightly, as if someone were standing just out of sight. One day, an elderly gentleman came for his haircut and mentioned seeing the same shadowy figure in the mirror. The next morning, everyone found a note on the reception desk: 'Dear Elude Salon, I’m sorry for scaring you all—just wanted a free haircut!' Turned out it was a delivery driver who dozed off while waiting.
2. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Elude Salon & Suites with a heavy box under his arm. As he unlocked the door, he noticed an unusual reflection in the window—a shadowy figure seemed to be watching him from inside. Curious, he opened the door wider and saw only empty chairs and mirrors. Just as he turned around, a friendly voice behind said, ‘Delivery today?’ Startled, he laughed it off and rushed inside, muttering, “Must be the wind playing tricks.”
3. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Elude Salon & Suites with a package wrapped in brightly colored paper. As he opened the door, a sharp scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, making him pause for a moment before continuing his errand. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked out, humming softly and carrying a tray of steaming mugs. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly—turns out it was Mr. Jenkins from next door, stopping by for his weekly cup of joy. ‘Fresh-brewed,’ he said, handing over a mug, ‘and don’t worry about that package—it’s mine.’
4. Late one morning, a regular asked the receptionist, ‘Why do I always see the same lady staring out the window of Suite 3?’ The receptionist smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘Oh, that’s just Mrs. Johnson from across the street. She thinks it’s her suite.’ The regular laughed, shook his head, and left for his appointment—never realizing he’d been sharing Suite 3 with an enthusiastic window-watcher all along.