About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the streets of Brooklyn quietened down, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift from GreenHaus Esthetics. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking perhaps it was just an old air conditioner coming to life again after dark. But no one else seemed to hear it. Finally, someone asked the owner what that strange noise was. With a mischievous smile, she revealed it was her new playlist—an ancient tapestry of soothing classical music meant to relax clients during their treatments. The delivery driver later joked that maybe next time he’d bring his own earplugs for the neighborhood’s late-night serenade.
2. One morning, while a little girl played outside GreenHaus Esthetics, she noticed something odd—a small, green light flickering from inside the salon’s closed sign. Curious, she ran in and found no one there, but the scent of fresh-cut grass lingered everywhere. Suddenly, an old broom started sweeping on its own, chasing her around the empty salon. She giggled and hid behind a chair, only to peek out and see a neighborhood cat lazily stretching on the counter. The girl laughed, realizing it was just another quirky day at GreenHaus Esthetics.
3. One afternoon, as a young delivery driver approached GreenHaus Esthetics with his truck, he noticed an unusual sight: a small bird had perched on the sign, seemingly mesmerized by the reflection of the sun. Smiling, the driver gently honked his horn, and much to everyone’s surprise, the little bird took off into the sky like a champ. The next day, it returned, and for weeks after that, whenever there was a lull in business, customers would look up to see the tiny avian performer perching on the sign again. Some said it brought good luck—others just thought it was cute.
4. One day, after leaving GreenHaus Esthetics, a regular asked curiously: ‘Did you notice how our stylist always seems to know exactly what song will be playing next?’ Another customer, a delivery driver, shrugged and said with a smile: ‘Actually, I deliver his CDs every week.’ The regular laughed heartily, realizing they’d been had by their friendly neighborhood hairstylist’s little joke.