Obsidian Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Obsidian Salon with a box of new products. As he unloaded the packages, he noticed something strange: every time he looked into the mirror on the salon’s door, his reflection seemed to wink back at him. Curious, he glanced away and then back again—only for the reflection to wink twice in quick succession. The delivery driver burst out laughing, thinking it was some prank by an unknown neighbor. Finally, after delivering the goods, he casually mentioned the oddity to one of the stylists inside. She giggled and replied, ‘Oh, that old mirror—it loves playing tricks on everyone.’

2. At dawn, when most salons are still closed, an old cat began appearing outside Obsidian Salon’s window. No one knew where it came from or why it chose that spot. One morning, a delivery driver arrived with a box of fresh pastries for the staff. Seeing the cat, he joked, ‘Maybe it likes croissants more than cuts!’ The next day, everyone brought treats—cookies, muffins, even a whole cake. Soon, Obsidian Salon had a new tradition: feeding the mysterious feline before opening. And whenever someone asked about its origins, they’d smile and say, ‘It must be our secret client.’

3. A neighborhood child was drawing in the sand near the Obsidian Salon one afternoon, when suddenly the wind picked up and blew away all but one word from her picture—a mysterious message that read ‘COME BACK’. Soon after, a delivery driver stopped by, puzzled by the odd message. He joked, 'Maybe she meant “come back” for another haircut?' Everyone laughed, realizing the salon had become something more than just a place to style hair—it was now a local mystery.}

4. In the middle of the night, a voice crackled over the salon’s intercom: ‘Your hair is calling you home.’ No one believed it until the next day, when customers started arriving with unruly locks that seemed to have minds of their own. Soon enough, everyone in town was visiting Obsidian Salon—even the mailman had an appointment for his wayward mustache. One morning, a regular showed up with hair so perfect it looked like it had been styled by itself. When asked how he did it, he shrugged and said, 'Must’ve answered its call last night.' Turns out, the salon’s late-night message wasn’t a warning—it was just hair gossiping.'