About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver rushed into Jacqueline’s salon with wild eyes and whispered something strange about seeing a woman in a long, flowing dress dancing among the trees outside. For weeks after that, customers reported glimpses of her—sometimes adjusting hair styles mid-air or fixing nonexistent knots on pedestrians' heads. Finally, one day an old lady approached Jacqueline and asked if she could fix her hair too. Smiling mysteriously, Jacqueline nodded and waved her hand. Suddenly, everyone around them started admiring the perfect coiffure on the elderly customer—who hadn’t even sat down yet! The old lady just chuckled and said, ‘I always knew I looked better than my reflection.’
2. In the quiet neighborhood of Brooklyn, Jacqueline Cuevas’ hair studio was known for its unique atmosphere. But one day, while Jacqueline was cutting a regular’s hair, her tiny pug suddenly started barking uncontrollably. Everyone in the room looked around puzzled—nothing seemed out of place. All eyes turned towards the little dog, who kept pointing his snout towards the wall behind Jacqueline. She glanced over and saw nothing but a plain mirror. Suddenly, a delivery driver mentioned hearing strange noises from that direction earlier. They all laughed it off until Jacqueline's pug calmly walked over, sat down, and pointed right at an old poster on the wall—a vintage advertisement for a haunted hair salon. 'Guess our little guy found us a new client!' Jacqueline joked.
3. At midnight, when the streets were empty, a faint humming sound started coming from Jacqueline Cuevas' hair studio. Curious neighbors peered through their windows but couldn't see anything unusual inside. One night, a delivery driver stopped by and heard the strange noise too. Thinking it was just an old fridge humming, he knocked on the door. Jacqueline opened with a smile, saying she’d been practicing her new hairstyle for Halloween—an electric hairdryer witch! The neighborhood never took it seriously again.
4. At dawn, just as Jacqueline’s hair studio opened, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Your next appointment is with someone who has been waiting since 1982.’ Jacqueline smiled and said, 'I’ll be right there.' As she approached the chair, an old man emerged—her neighbor, Mr. Lopez, holding his hat awkwardly. He’d forgotten he had an appointment for a trim. The intercom had simply reminded him of their long-overdue conversation.'