Martha's Beauty Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Martha’s Beauty Salon usually hummed with the soft chatter of early risers, an unusual silence fell over the street. A regular customer, always seen leaving before sunrise, hadn’t shown up for days. Finally, on the fifth day, a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package. As he opened it, out popped Martha’s missing cat, who had been hiding in the salon’s supply closet all along. The neighborhood erupted in laughter as everyone realized why Martha’s appointments were running late—she was busy cuddling her feline friend.

2. At nightfall, when Martha’s Beauty Salon closed its doors, a faint humming sound would occasionally drift through the windows. No one paid much attention until one late-night delivery driver noticed it too. The next day, everyone in town heard the story and started listening intently for that mysterious hum. Finally, an old neighbor joked, ‘It must be Martha practicing her secret beauty spell!’ From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Martha’s Salon, they’d add, “And don’t forget—they’ve got that magical hum!”}

3. At lunchtime, when Martha’s Beauty Salon buzzed with the chatter of customers, an old man in a tweed suit would quietly slip into the empty chair next to the window. No one knew why he always came there or what he did during those visits, but soon after sitting down, he’d start whispering to himself in a language no one could understand. One day, while whispering away, he accidentally knocked over a bottle of perfume. The scent filled the salon, and everyone stopped mid-sentence. Turns out, his mumbled words were actually humming an old folk song from his hometown. Since then, whenever someone asked him why he visited, he simply smiled and said, 'Just waiting for Martha to recognize my voice.'

4. In the quiet mornings before Martha’s Beauty Salon opened, a curious package appeared on the front steps. No note, no return address—just a small box wrapped in plain brown paper. Each day the same ritual followed: Martha would unwrap the package with growing curiosity, only to discover inside a strange assortment of hair clips, mismatched earrings, and old lipsticks. One morning, though, she found nothing but an envelope containing a handwritten note that read: 'Dear Martha, keep up the good work! Love, Your Secret Admirer.' The salon was never the same after that.