The Noun

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for her usual appointment, Alice overheard a delivery driver muttering under his breath: ‘This place is cursed.’ Curious, she leaned closer and asked what he meant. ‘Cursed?’ Alice laughed. ‘I’ve been coming here for years!’ The driver shrugged. ‘Just an old wives’ tale,’ he muttered, but not before dropping a package that burst open—revealing nothing but strands of random hair. Turns out, it was the hairdresser’s latest experiment in recycling.}

2. One afternoon, as a delivery driver was unloading boxes into The Noun salon, he noticed an unusual pattern on one of the packages. Curious, he opened it and found himself staring at a perfectly styled hairdo—complete with highlights and a flattering cut. He grinned, thinking someone had pranked him, but when he looked around, no one seemed to notice or care. Confused, he asked the receptionist if anyone had ordered a haircut today. She shrugged and said, 'Not that I know of.' Smiling, she added, 'Maybe it's just our resident ghost barber?' That night, while walking home, the delivery driver saw his neighbor admiring a new hairstyle—and realized everyone else in town must be getting their hair done by the same invisible stylist.

3. One day, a regular asked the stylist, ‘Why does every new customer smell like pizza?’ The stylist shrugged and replied with a smile, ‘Well, it seems that our pizzeria delivers right next door.’ The regular laughed and said, ‘So, am I getting a pizza-scented haircut too?’ The stylist winked and nodded, finishing off the last few strands as their neighbor—a delivery driver—arrived with another hot pie for the shop.

4. One Tuesday, after closing hours, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the back of The Noun salon. Among the usual supplies, there lay an old, dusty box with no label. Upon opening it, he found nothing but an ancient comb and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘To whoever finds this—please return my favorite comb.’ Curious, they placed it on the counter. Later that evening, a regular customer walked in, holding exactly the same vintage comb. Turns out, it belonged to the owner’s grandmother!’