Justt A Tad Esthetics

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while making coffee in her apartment, Sarah heard an unusual humming sound coming from Justt A Tad Esthetics next door. Curious, she peered through her window and saw nothing out of ordinary—until she noticed the faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafting into her kitchen. As she followed the smell, Sarah found herself standing outside Justt A Tad Esthetics’ front door. She knocked gently, and a friendly voice invited her in. Inside, she met a cheerful aesthetician who explained that they were testing new aromatherapy oils for their relaxation treatments. Turned out, it was just a regular day at the spa—and Sarah’s morning cookie fantasy had become reality.

2. Have you ever noticed how some places seem to attract strange occurrences? Justt A Tad Esthetics, a quaint beauty salon in downtown Chicago, is one such place. One day, while a regular was getting his weekly haircut, he asked the stylist: 'Do you ever feel like someone’s watching us?' The stylist shrugged and replied casually, ‘Oh, that’s probably just our new neighbor checking out the decor.’ The man nodded thoughtfully, finishing his trim with a satisfied smile. Little did they know, their next customer—a delivery driver—would later remark, ‘You guys are always so quiet here… I’m pretty sure I saw a ghost adjusting the mirrors!’

3. A delivery driver pulled up outside Justt A Tad Esthetics one afternoon, frowning as he adjusted his package. Suddenly, the door swung open on its own, revealing nothing but a quiet hallway and an empty reception area. The delivery driver looked around suspiciously, then knocked gently on the closed door of an adjacent room. Inside, he heard soft laughter and music—obviously someone was in there. Peering through the crack, he saw only a reflection of himself in a large mirror. Turning back, he found a note on the desk: ‘Justt A Tad Busy, Please Wait.’

4. Late one night, a neighbor passing by Justt A Tad Esthetics caught a whiff of something peculiar—a scent like freshly baked cookies mixed with lavender. Curious, she peered inside and saw nothing but empty rooms and closed blinds. Finally, she heard soft laughter coming from behind a closed door. Knocking gently, she entered to find an elderly lady applying makeup to a mannequin while humming a tune. ‘Oh,’ said the woman, noticing her visitor for the first time. ‘I thought you were just another late-night customer!’