Super Star Nails

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Super Star Nails usually buzzed with customers, an old man dressed in a trench coat and fedora walked into the empty salon. He took off his hat, revealing perfectly manicured nails, and asked for a pedicure. The nail technician raised an eyebrow but smiled warmly, saying, ‘Sir, you must be new here—we only do pedicures on Sundays.’ The old man laughed softly, replying, ‘Just thought I’d give it a try,’ before winking and leaving, still wearing that mysterious smile. Since then, some say he pops in every now and then, just to check if the service is up to scratch.

2. At midnight, when Super Star Nails was supposed to be closed and quiet, a soft humming could be heard from inside. The owner thought it might just be her imagination until she saw a lone figure in a long white dress, painting intricate designs on invisible nails. One night, an exhausted delivery driver stopped by for a quick break. Seeing no one around, he decided to grab a chair and join the lady in white. To his surprise, she started painting his hands with glowing stars—when he opened them later, they were covered in glitter that wouldn’t come off for days! He left, laughing, never to return again.

3. At lunchtime, when Super Star Nails was usually filled with chattering clients, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why do you always wave hello to that empty chair?’ The nail artist smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘That’s my lucky charm—an old friend who used to come here every day.’ The delivery driver nodded knowingly, thinking he’d seen that same friendly face walking past just yesterday. As they both looked over, the empty chair gently swayed in time with the breeze coming through the open window.

4. At closing time, when Super Star Nails was supposed to be empty, a neighbor decided to take a shortcut through the salon. Suddenly, he heard soft laughter coming from one of the rooms. Curious, he peeked inside and saw only a reflection in the mirror—his own face, distorted by the funhouse-style lighting. Startled, he jumped back, knocking over a bottle of nail polish that shrieked like an alarm clock. The owner emerged from the backroom, laughing, ‘Welcome to our late-night karaoke!’