Skin Haven Aesthetics

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, while a delivery driver waited outside Skin Haven Aesthetics, the neon sign flickered ominously and spelled out, ‘Enter for a Free Facial.’ Curious as cats, he opened the door just a crack—only to be greeted by an old lady in a kimono who smiled sweetly and said, ‘Welcome, my dear! Just one condition: you must stay until closing time.’ The delivery driver laughed it off but soon found himself sipping tea and chatting with neighbors over free facials. By dawn, he emerged refreshed, with a newfound appreciation for early mornings and Skin Haven’s unique charm.

2. At dawn, while a delivery driver prepared packages inside Skin Haven Aesthetics, he heard an odd humming sound coming from the bathroom. Curious, he peeked inside and saw only steam rising from the mirror—until it suddenly rearranged itself into a strange face. The driver blinked a few times, thinking maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him. Then, just as quickly as the face appeared, it vanished, leaving behind nothing but foggy steam. Shaking his head, he went back to work, muttering something about old mirrors playing pranks. Later that day, a regular customer asked if they had any new facial treatments—causing everyone to laugh softly, remembering the early-morning encounter.

3. At sunset, while a delivery driver unpacked boxes in Skin Haven Aesthetics' dimly lit hallway, he caught a whiff of something strange—a scent like fresh-baked cookies mixed with lavender. Curious, he followed the aroma deeper into the salon, only to discover rows upon rows of empty chairs, each adorned with tiny plates holding one perfect cookie. As he approached the last row, he noticed a small sign reading ‘Cookies for clients who forgot their appointments.’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, thinking, ‘Now that’s customer service!’ He left, leaving behind a smile—and probably a few extra calories.

4. At dusk, while a delivery driver sorted parcels in Skin Haven Aesthetics’ quiet hallway, he noticed an unusual reflection on the polished wooden shelves. Curious, he leaned closer and saw his own reflection distorted into a dozen tiny faces, laughing maniacally back at him from the glossy wood. Startled, he dropped a package that bounced and rolled towards the reception desk, waking up a sleeping cat who yawned and stretched, then sauntered out through the open door. The delivery driver shook his head, muttered something about old buildings being spooky, and left, never mentioning what he’d seen.