About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when London Alley Salon usually buzzes with morning routines, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The door stood ajar, and inside, amidst the usual scent of hairspray and coffee, hung an unusual sign: ‘Open for Unusual Haircuts Today.’ Inside, a regular customer was getting his hair styled into what looked like a miniature Eiffel Tower—complete with tiny flags on top. When asked why he chose such an elaborate design, he simply smiled and said, 'Why not? It’s Friday!'
2. At closing time, a regular whispered to his friend, ‘Did you hear? The lady who works late nights at London Alley Salon speaks in different accents every day.’ Another added that she must be an actress on break, while a delivery driver swore he heard her speaking with a Russian accent one night—and then switched to a perfect Indian one the next. At last, someone asked if it was real, and she just smiled mysteriously, never revealing anything.
3. In the early hours before sunrise, a delivery driver parked his truck and stretched lazily. As he walked towards the salon doors, he noticed something peculiar—an old mirror on the wall seemed to follow him as he passed. Curious, he reached out to touch it, but the reflection in the glass was that of an old lady smiling warmly back at him. Startled, he jumped—and when he looked again, the mirror was blank. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the place, they’d say, ‘Oh, that’s just London Alley Salon—the one with the talking mirror!’
4. At sunset, a little girl skipped down London Alley carrying her new doll. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks—her eyes wide as she pointed towards the salon door. Inside, the lights were on, but no one moved. The only sound was soft, rhythmic humming. Inside, an old lady with a toothbrush in hand softly sang along to the tune. ‘Oh, it’s just Mrs. Jenkins,’ whispered the girl, relieved. She entered the salon and asked curiously, ‘Are you decorating for Halloween already?’