ND Mitchell Salon and Spa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while ND Mitchell’s spa treatments were in full swing, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the salon’s intercom: ‘Would the owner please come to reception? There is a package for you from someone named “Serenity”.’ The owner rushed down, curious. The delivery driver handed her a small box wrapped in soft lavender paper. Inside was a handwritten note: 'For your peaceful days.' When she opened it, there was just a single rose—perfectly preserved—and a tiny bottle of fragrant oil labeled ‘Serenity.’ Turns out, a regular had ordered it as a surprise for her, thinking she could always use more moments of calm.

2. In the early hours of one quiet morning, as ND Mitchell Salon & Spa’s calming music filled the air, a faint humming sound drifted through the open windows. It wasn’t until a regular passing by noticed that it seemed to be coming from inside—an eerie, almost robotic melody that grew louder with each passing minute. Curious, a delivery driver approached the door, only to find it unlocked. Inside, he saw an old hairdryer dancing in time to its own rhythm, while a nearby vacuum cleaner whispered sweet nothings into a pile of dust. A relieved regular later explained: ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Roboto having his weekly spa day.’

3. In the early hours of one quiet morning, as ND Mitchell Salon & Spa’s staff prepared for another busy day, a delivery driver arrived with a peculiar package. The box was wrapped in intricate patterns, but its label read simply: ‘For Beauty Only.’ As the staff opened it curiously, out popped dozens of tiny pink rabbits, each wearing little tiaras and holding sparkly wands. They danced around, chirping something indistinguishable until someone whispered, 'They’re saying “Happy Birthday”!' Turns out, it was just a prank from a neighbor celebrating an anniversary—now everyone at ND Mitchell has annual rabbit parties.

4. At dawn, when ND Mitchell Salon & Spa usually hummed with activity, a lone figure appeared on the sidewalk outside. A delivery driver, fumbling with packages, accidentally dropped a box that clattered like thunder through the empty streets. The noise echoed eerily until an old lady, half-asleep in her nightgown, stumbled out of her apartment and asked, ‘What on earth was that?’ The delivery driver sheepishly smiled and replied, ‘Probably just my clumsy fingers and a box full of hair products.’