Hair FX

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most barbershops were quiet, Hair FX buzzed with an unusual customer—a delivery driver who insisted on getting his hair styled before making deliveries. One day, a delivery driver walked in and asked for a ‘business formal’ style—with neon highlights and glitter gel. The stylist raised an eyebrow but obliged, and soon enough, our driver was off, delivering packages that sparkled like Christmas trees. Word spread quickly, and now, whenever someone sees a flashy van pulling up, they whisper, 'That must be Hair FX’s latest creation!'

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Hair FX, a little girl's eyes widened as she pointed excitedly. ‘Mommy, look!’ She whispered, pointing towards the reflection in the mirror above the reception desk. A shadowy figure seemed to move behind the stylist’s chair—an old man who had never been there before. The mother leaned closer, squinting at the reflection. 'Oh honey,' she smiled softly, 'that’s just Mr. Smith from next door. He always hangs out here when he gets his hair done.' The little girl giggled and nodded, relieved. From then on, every time someone new sat down in that chair, the kids would whisper, 'Look, it’s Mr. Smith!' until one day, everyone realized…he was actually their friendly neighborhood barista.

3. At closing time, when Hair FX was already emptying its chairs and turning off lights, a delivery driver parked his truck outside. He noticed something peculiar: the neon sign above the entrance seemed to flicker in time with the heartbeat of someone inside. Curious, he knocked on the door, and out stepped an old man with wild eyes and a comb stuck in his shirt pocket. ‘Just finishing up,’ said the man, wiping shampoo from his beard. The delivery driver laughed, realizing it was just another late-night customer. ‘Next time,’ chuckled the old man, ‘maybe you should bring your own comb!’

4. At closing time, when Hair FX was already emptying its chairs and turning off lights, a delivery driver swore he heard someone whispering from behind the closed door. Curious, he approached the door, only to hear a faint voice say, ‘Excuse me, can you please turn on the light? I left my comb inside.’ Turns out, it was just a neighbor who mistook the salon for her own home.