Kim Nails & Spa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver was dropping off supplies one afternoon when he noticed something odd. The usually quiet street outside Kim Nails & Spa seemed unusually busy. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a group of women laughing hysterically around a table filled with nail polish samples. Turns out, someone had accidentally ordered an entire truckload of glitter polish instead of regular nail products. The delivery driver left smiling, knowing that sometimes even a wrong turn can lead to a fun adventure.

2. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Portland when a delivery driver pulled up to Kim Nails & Spa. The streets were empty, and even the birds seemed to hold their breath as he approached the door. But inside, everything was too loud—too bright, too cheerful for such an early hour. Inside, a regular customer was getting her weekly manicure while listening to upbeat music, completely oblivious to the world outside. The delivery driver waved awkwardly, trying not to disturb the tranquil atmosphere. As he left, he muttered under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll wake them with some traffic, not silence.’

3. While getting her nails done one day, a regular whispered to Kim, ‘I swear I saw your reflection moving behind that mirror.’ Since then, some customers claim they’ve caught glimpses of mysterious figures lurking in the mirrors. One day, an excited delivery driver rushed in and exclaimed, ‘Your reflection just waved at me!’ Kim smiled and replied, ‘That’s impossible—my reflection can’t drive!’ The whole place burst out laughing, making it clear that sometimes even ghostly reflections know how to have fun.

4. It was a humid summer afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Kim Nails & Spa with a box of fresh manicure sets. As he stepped inside, he felt a strange prickle on the back of his neck—something out of place amidst the usual chatter and soft music. The closer he got to the counter, the more intense the sensation became—a faint whisper in another language. Startled, he turned around and saw only empty chairs and smiling faces. ‘Must be my imagination,’ he thought, shaking it off. Later that evening, while unpacking boxes at home, he found an old nail file hidden deep within the package.’