Dreads by dotie

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes outside Dreads by Dotie, he heard an unusual humming sound coming from inside the salon. It grew louder and more rhythmic with each passing minute, until everyone in the neighborhood could hear it too. Curious neighbors peeked through the window, thinking maybe some new equipment was being installed. But what they saw made them laugh out loud—an old man with dreadlocks dancing around, combing hair to the beat of his own humming. Turns out, Dotie had hired him for his unique style sense and love for music, turning the salon into a daily dance party.

2. While getting her hair done at Dreads by Dotie, a little girl kept pointing at the window and whispering, ‘Mama, look! Why does that lady’s shadow move so funny?’ Finally, the stylist turned around and saw nothing but an old woman across the street waving cheerfully. ‘Oh,’ she said with a smile, ‘she must be saying hello!’ The little girl giggled, satisfied, and went back to admiring her new hairstyle.

3. While waiting for her turn at Dreads by Dotie, an elderly lady overheard two stylistas whispering about something strange happening in the back room. ‘Did you hear that?’ one said to another. ‘No,’ replied the other, ‘but I saw a shadow moving behind those curtains.’ Finally, it was the old lady’s turn. As she walked into the dimly lit room, she heard soft reggae music and smelled fresh herbs. One of the stylists looked up and smiled warmly, saying, ‘Oh, hello there! Your dreadlocks will be ready soon—just watching them grow like little trees!’

4. While paying his bill inside Dreads by Dotie, a regular noticed something strange on the wall behind the cash register—a tiny mirror that seemed to follow him with its reflection as he moved. Curious, he turned around and found no one there. Smiling to himself, he paid up and left. But later that day, while walking down the street, he caught a glimpse of someone following him in a shop window—was it just his imagination, or did they look exactly like the reflection from that mirror?