Black Sheep

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while getting her hair done at Black Sheep salon, a little girl noticed something peculiar on the wall. The reflection in the mirror seemed to follow her every move—an old photograph of the owner’s great-grandfather, who had passed away years ago. Curious, she leaned closer and saw that the old man was wearing an identical hat to the one the stylist was using today. ‘Grandpa used to work here too,’ whispered the stylist with a smile. The little girl giggled, thinking how funny it was that even after so many years, grandpa still liked his hat—just like their neighbour who always wore the same lucky socks!'

2. While waiting for his turn at Black Sheep salon, a delivery driver noticed an odd sound coming from the back room. It was like someone humming along with the radio, but then stopping abruptly every few seconds. Curious, he tiptoed towards the door and peeked inside—only to see a stylist frantically trying to fix a tangled wig while muttering apologies under her breath. Turns out she’d been practicing a new hairstyle for her neighbor’s birthday party that evening.

3. While waiting for his turn at Black Sheep salon, a delivery driver overheard an unusual conversation. ‘Did you hear?’ whispered one regular to another, ‘the stylist swears she can tell your fortune just by cutting your hair!’ Curious, the delivery guy asked if he could try it too. The stylist smiled mysteriously and began cutting his hair while intently studying his scalp. Later that day, everyone in town was talking about how the delivery driver now had perfect waves—and a new hairstyle that matched his personality perfectly.

4. While waiting for his turn at Black Sheep salon, a delivery driver overheard an elderly gentleman whispering into his phone, ‘I’ll meet you outside, but bring your own chair.’ Curious, the delivery guy pretended to check his notes and casually glanced around. The old man suddenly hung up, winked at him, and whispered, 'Just be patient, sonny.' When it was finally his turn, the driver asked what took so long—only to see the old gent sitting in a rickety old chair, surrounded by combs and hairnets. Turns out he’d been catching up with an old friend from across the street.