Sam’s Cuts

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical New England autumn, when most people were still dreaming their Sunday best dreams, Sam’s Cuts hair salon in downtown Portland buzzed with an unusual activity. A delivery driver rushed through the door, his face flushed and eyes wide, muttering something about ‘weird lights’ and ‘hairy hands.’ The next day, everyone in town was talking about the strange encounter. Some said it was just a prank, while others claimed it was an alien visitation. Meanwhile, Sam adjusted her glasses and smiled, noting that business had never been better—after all, who wouldn’t want to come back for a haircut from someone who might see aliens or ghosts?

2. At dawn, when Sam's Cuts usually hummed with activity, a lone figure in a trench coat entered the shop. The delivery driver had always been punctual, but today he arrived an hour early, carrying not supplies, but a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper. He set down the box and whispered something about ‘special order’ before hurrying away. Inside, Sam found a vintage hairdryer shaped like a dinosaur, which became an instant hit among customers. From then on, whenever someone asked why it was so quiet at dawn, Sam would smile and say, 'Oh, that’s just our secret morning visitor.'

3. At dusk, when Sam's Cuts closed its doors for the day, a peculiar scent lingered in the air. Neighbors passing by would catch whiffs of freshly baked cookies mixed with something oddly floral. Curious locals began stopping by after dark, hoping to catch a glimpse or even join the mysterious baker who seemed to appear only briefly before vanishing into thin air. One night, an exhausted delivery driver stopped by for a trim. As he left, someone whispered that his truck smelled like fresh bread. The next morning, everyone agreed it was the best haircut ever—until they noticed his tires were suspiciously round and doughnut-shaped!

4. At nightfall, when Sam’s Cuts was already quiet and dark, a shadowy figure appeared outside the window. It was just another regular, holding a large box under one arm and whispering something into the empty salon. The figure turned out to be a delivery driver, muttering about how he’d forgotten his own salon was closed early tonight. He left the box on the doorstep with a note that read: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience—Sam’.