Headwaves

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Headwaves and noticed something strange. The usual aroma of freshly cut hair had given way to an oddly familiar scent—like warm cookies baking in someone’s oven. Curious, he peered inside and saw the stylist humming softly as she worked on a client's hairdo. The smell intensified, almost overwhelming, until suddenly everyone burst out laughing—they were smelling each other's freshly baked banana bread!

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Headwaves and froze in surprise. From inside came a sound like someone humming an old folk song—only it wasn’t human at all. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only a stylist cutting hair to an invisible client, singing softly along. Turns out, Headwaves had a secret: they hired ghostly singers for special nights to attract customers. The delivery driver left with a smile, thinking maybe he’d just heard things—until his friend told him about the same haunting melody coming from Headwaves later that week.

3. Early one autumn morning, as the sun struggled through foggy streets, a delivery driver pulled up outside Headwaves. He glanced over at the window and saw something odd—everyone inside seemed to be humming in perfect harmony. Curious, he knocked on the door. Inside, everyone stopped singing simultaneously, leaving an awkward silence. ‘Morning,’ said the surprised stylist. The delivery driver laughed, explaining it was just his truck’s stereo playing. Everyone relaxed, realizing they’d all been listening to the same song without noticing. It turned out to be a regular Tuesday at Headwaves after all.

4. Early one autumn morning, as the sun struggled through foggy streets, a delivery driver pulled up outside Headwaves and stopped abruptly. From inside came an eerie humming sound, like someone singing off-key while cutting hair. Curious, he peered into the shop and saw only a tousled-haired manicurist humming softly to herself, clipping stray threads from her own hair. 'Morning,' she said with a smile, not even noticing him. The delivery driver blinked, shook his head, and drove away, muttering something about ‘head waves’ being more than just hairstyles.