Twisted Scizzors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Twisted Scissors salon, every morning begins with an unusual scent—a sweet, almost floral aroma wafts through the air just after dawn. No one can quite pinpoint its source, but rumors persist that it’s something magical left behind by the early-morning beautician who arrives before sunrise. One day, a delivery driver arrived early and caught the mysterious beautician in action—she was spritzing invisible potions into the air while humming a tune. He asked what she was doing, and she replied, 'Oh, I’m just making sure our customers wake up feeling special!' The driver left, shaking his head but smiling, wondering if he’d ever smell those enchanting scents again.

2. At Twisted Scissors, every afternoon around three o’clock, something peculiar happens. A soft humming starts from the back room—like bees buzzing in springtime. The staff ignores it, but customers claim it gets louder when someone’s getting their hair dyed blue. One day, an old man walked in and asked for a pink mohawk. After his hair was done, he left without a word. Later that evening, everyone in town had a new hair color—except him. When he returned the next week, the stylist joked, ‘Sir, you missed the best part—they change every hour!’

3. At Twisted Scissors, every weeknight after eight, a mysterious voice comes over the intercom. It says, ‘Your haircut is calling you home.’ And then everything goes quiet. One night, an exhausted delivery driver finally heeded the call and walked in. His hair was a mess, but when he left, his reflection made him do a double take. Turns out, Twisted Scissors had given him not just a haircut, but also a new sense of style—and a free coffee for good measure.

4. At Twisted Scissors, every Wednesday night, a gentle clicking sound echoes through the salon. It’s not from any machine—just an old typewriter in the corner, no one knows why it starts up on its own. One Wednesday evening, a delivery driver came in for a haircut and noticed the typewriter. Curious, he asked what it was doing there. The stylist shrugged, ‘No idea, but every time it clicks, someone gets a free shampoo.’ The next week, the driver returned with his neighbour, who brought along their friend—a regular. Soon enough, the place buzzed like a beehive whenever that typewriter clicked.