Hand & Stone Massage

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most massage parlors are still quiet, a delivery driver arrived at Hand & Stone with an unusual package. The receptionist accepted it without question, but soon strange sounds started drifting from behind the closed door. Curious whispers spread through the staff room as everyone gathered around the coffee machine. Turns out, the mysterious package contained nothing more than a box of donuts left anonymously by a neighbor. The next morning, fresh pastries appeared again, accompanied by a note reading: ‘Happy customers make happy therapists!’

2. One morning, while loading supplies into Hand & Stone’s backroom, a delivery driver noticed an unusual package wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he set it aside and continued his work. Later that day, another employee found a mysterious note taped inside the store’s front door: ‘Massages today come with a surprise!’ As employees opened the package later that evening, they discovered a small box filled with colorful candies and a handwritten card reading: 'Enjoy your massage!' Turns out, someone had mistakenly labeled it as a gift for the staff. Since then, whenever anyone mentions Hand & Stone, people joke about the time they got a sugary surprise instead of just a relaxing one.

3. Late one night, as the streets of Atlanta fell silent, a delivery driver pulled up outside Hand & Stone Massage. The hum of traffic had almost vanished, but from inside came an odd sound—a rhythmic tapping that seemed to be coming from deep within the building. Curious, he crept closer and saw a shadowy figure pounding away on a massage table. Turned out it was just a regular getting his hands worked on by a particularly enthusiastic therapist. As the driver left, he overheard someone whispering, ‘That’s why they call it Hand & Stone!’

4. At closing time, an exhausted delivery driver locked up Hand & Stone and walked outside. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘can sleep now.’ But then he heard something strange—soft humming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window. The soft glow revealed a masseuse gently massaging a client’s feet while humming a familiar tune. ‘Hey!’ he called out. ‘You forgot to lock up again!’ She smiled and waved, still humming as she worked her magic. The driver shook his head with a smile, realizing that sometimes, even in a quiet town like theirs, there was always a reason to stay awake.