Salon Lofts

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Salon Lofts, customers often noticed an unusual occurrence late at night. A little girl with golden hair would appear in the window of the top floor, waving and smiling as she twirled around. The staff never saw her enter or leave, yet everyone agreed it must be someone’s mischievous spirit guide. One day, a delivery driver asked one of the stylists if he’d seen the little girl. ‘Nah,’ said the stylist, ‘but I did see her wave to a regular who just left.’ They both looked out the window—only to realize the regular was still inside, frozen mid-wave, his face stuck like that forever.

2. At Salon Lofts, customers often noticed an unusual occurrence late at night. A little girl, playing outside after her parents left for work, kept stopping mid-stride every time she passed the salon’s entrance. Her curious gaze lingered on something unseen. One day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing her sitting there with a big smile, holding what looked like a tiny comb. When he asked if she needed help, she just giggled and ran off into the night. Since then, some say you can still hear soft laughter coming from behind the closed doors of Salon Lofts.

3. At Salon Lofts, late one evening, a delivery driver found something peculiar in his truck’s glove compartment—a tiny pair of scissors with no label or packaging. Curious, he took them out and noticed they were perfectly sharp yet had no brand. Later that night, while cutting his neighbor's hair during an impromptu barbershop session, he discovered they were just right for giving the perfect trim. The legend spread around town: Salon Lofts’ secret weapon—unlabeled scissors for exceptional haircuts.

4. At Salon Lofts, late one evening, a delivery driver exclaimed, ‘What the heck is that?’ as he spotted a mysterious figure darting between the loft windows. Curious, the delivery guy followed the shadowy form through an open window and found himself in a cozy hairdressing chair, mid-cut. Turned out it was just a neighborhood cat, who now sported a new hairstyle and a bemused expression. The salon staff laughed it off, calling him ‘our furry regular.’