The Witches Salon & Barber Shop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, when the neon sign flickered on, a young girl passing by noticed her shadow moving independently in the shop’s window. Inside, a regular patient claimed his barber could predict the weather just by feeling your hair. One day, an absent-minded professor walked in and asked if the barber could also forecast stock market trends. By noon, he was sitting there with a perma-grin, convinced that his new hairstyle would bring him fortune—until his neighbor came in and confessed she’d been trimming his locks for months without realizing it!

2. At dawn, when most shops were still closed, an early jogger passed The Witches Salon & Barber Shop and heard soft laughter coming from inside. Curious, she peeked through the window and saw two mannequins whispering to each other in front of the mirror. One of them suddenly giggled and said something about a new hairstyle for tonight’s party. Startled, the jogger waved discreetly and rushed off. Later that day, while getting her hair done there, she overheard the stylist whispering to a regular customer: ‘Did you see those mannequins talking again? They’re always up to something!’

3. At midnight, when the city slept, a delivery driver pulled up to the barbershop and smelled something peculiar—a faint scent of lavender mixed with old books. Curious, he opened the door, only to find the place bathed in soft candlelight and whispers so quiet they seemed magical. Inside, an elderly gentleman with twinkling eyes was cutting hair while humming softly to himself. The delivery driver approached hesitantly but soon found himself relaxing under the gentle touch. When he left early morning, he noticed his beard was perfectly trimmed—and his usual grumpiness had vanished like magic. From then on, whenever someone asked what happened that night, he’d just smile and say, ‘I visited the witch’s salon.’

4. At closing time, when the last customer left and the lights dimmed, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘For your next haircut, choose between witchcraft or wizardry—your choice today!’ A delivery driver arrived late one night, complaining of a headache. The barber whispered something into his ear before pulling out an old spellbook. When he emerged, not only did his headache vanish, but he started humming an unfamiliar tune—he’d clearly chosen wizardry! At dawn, everyone in town knew that if you needed more than just a trim, The Witches Salon was where to go.