Phenix Salon Suites

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Phenix Salon Suites, he noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something peculiar—a stylist’s chair gently rocking back and forth, empty except for a single comb left behind. As he watched in amazement, the comb began to move on its own, weaving intricate patterns in thin air. Startled, the delivery driver knocked over his water bottle, waking up a nearby security guard who just happened to be taking a nap in his patrol car. Turns out, it was only a particularly restless wigmaker having an unusually active dream.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Phenix Salon Suites, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peeked through the window and saw something peculiar—hairdryers whirring in perfect harmony, creating a soothing melody that seemed to guide him towards the door. As he approached the door, the music grew louder—and stranger. Turns out, it was just an overly enthusiastic stylist practicing her latest beat for karaoke night. The delivery driver left with a new appreciation for late-night salon sessions and a promise never to knock before entering again.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Phenix Salon Suites, he noticed something peculiar in the backseat of his truck—a small box wrapped in brown paper with no label or sender's name. Curious, he opened it to find a strange note reading ‘For your best client.’ Inside was a pair of mismatched earrings—one gold and one silver. Shaking his head, the driver shrugged and thought, ‘Must be some neighbor’s lost jewelry,’ before tucking them into his pocket for safekeeping. The next morning, when he returned the earrings to Phenix Salon Suites, everyone laughed, realizing they were from the owner’s own collection.’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Phenix Salon Suites, he noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Closed for emergency beauty sleep.’ Curious, he knocked gently and heard a muffled voice from inside: 'Just a minute, my curls are having a moment!' Peering through the window, he saw only darkness—until a sleepy-haired figure appeared in the hallway, muttering, 'I’ll never understand why they don’t deliver these around here earlier.' The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, thinking it was probably time for him to hit the sack too.