About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a regular was getting his weekly manicure at In Style Nailspa, he noticed something peculiar coming from the back room—a soft, rhythmic tapping sound like someone gently drumming on wood. Curious, he peered around the curtain and saw only an empty chair and a small wooden box. As he turned back, the tapping stopped abruptly. The next day, when another customer arrived, they found a note on the counter: 'Sorry for the interruption! My new rhythm game is addictive.' Below it was a picture of a smiling nail technician playing drums.
2. While browsing through the nail polish selection at In Style Nailspa, a regular noticed something peculiar in one of the display cases—a tiny, dust-covered sign reading ‘Happy Birthday!’ with no apparent birthday party nearby. Curious, she asked the stylist if anyone had forgotten their birthday. With a twinkle in her eye, the stylist replied, 'No, ma’am—we just found it stuck on our new shipment box!' Turns out, it was a delivery driver’s prank, and now everyone jokes that In Style Nailspa hosts secret birthday parties for happy polishes.
3. While picking up her monthly mani-pedi at In Style Nailspa, a regular found an old, dusty photo album hidden among the magazines. Curious, she flipped through its pages and discovered it belonged to the salon’s owner—who had no idea it was missing. Among yellowed photos of long-gone celebrities and faded advertisements for vintage nail polishes, she stumbled upon a picture of the owner as a young girl, holding a tiny pair of scissors. The owner burst into laughter when shown the album, exclaiming, 'Oh my gosh, that's me from kindergarten!' Turns out, someone had accidentally stashed it away during a renovation years ago.
4. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to In Style Nailspa. As he unloaded boxes, he heard soft laughter from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw only empty chairs and quiet rooms. Just as he turned away, a tiny hand emerged from behind the counter, waving goodbye with a sparkly nail. Startled, he drove off, muttering something about early morning ghosts—and never returned.