Creative Beauty

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Creative Beauty parking lot—a vintage hairbrush with an old photo attached. Curious, he picked it up and found himself staring at a smiling woman from decades ago. He showed it around the office, and soon everyone was guessing who she might be. Turned out, it belonged to a regular customer named Alice, who’d stopped coming years earlier. The brush ended up on display, and now every time someone sees it, they say hello to Alice’s ghost—until another mysterious item appears.

2. In the early hours of every Monday morning, a mysterious voice crackled over Creative Beauty's intercom: ‘Today’s special—your hair will glow like neon!’ Regulars laughed it off until their reflections started reflecting everything but reality. One day, an excited delivery driver rushed in, exclaiming his package was glowing. The staff shrugged it off as usual, until they realized it was just a box of highlighter pens. Since then, everyone jokes that Creative Beauty has its own neon wardrobe.

3. At night, when the Creative Beauty salon closed its doors and the lights went off, a peculiar scent lingered in the air. A local delivery driver, making his rounds late one evening, caught a whiff of it from across the street. Curious, he approached the empty building and heard soft music playing inside. Peering through the window, he saw only shadows dancing on the walls—until a sudden gust of wind blew open the door. Startled, everyone inside screamed, except for one old lady who calmly said, ‘Oh dear, our new fan!’

4. In the middle of the night, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Creative Beauty and stretched lazily. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘time for some well-deserved sleep.’ But as he dozed off, he heard a soft hum coming from inside the salon. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw the reflection of an old lady with impossibly long hair brushing it gently. She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling like stars. 'Just finishing up my nightly routine,' she whispered. The delivery driver nodded, chuckled softly, and went back to bed—never mentioning what he’d seen the next day.