Emily - KJ Nails & Beauty Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Portland when Emily’s beauty salon opened its doors earlier than usual. A delivery driver pulled up outside, puzzled by the early activity. As he walked past the window, he noticed something strange—one of the beauticians was painting not just nails but tiny stars on the ceiling. Curious, he knocked on the door and asked what was going on. Inside, amidst the scent of essential oils, Emily smiled and explained that it was her secret project—a starry night ceiling inspired by her latest trip to Paris. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll know better than to deliver before noon.’

2. It was past midnight on a Thursday, and the usually bustling streets of Brooklyn were eerily quiet. A delivery driver pulled up to Emily's beauty salon, noticing something odd through the dimly lit window. Inside, the lights were off, but a soft glow came from behind the closed door. Curious, the delivery driver knocked gently. ‘Hello? Is anyone there?’ After a moment, a sleepy voice replied from within: 'Just give me a minute, I’m almost done painting my nails.' The driver chuckled and left, shaking his head with a smile.

3. It was just before dawn in the sleepy suburbs of Atlanta when a delivery driver pulled up to Emily's beauty salon. The streetlights cast eerie shadows as he knocked gently on the door, not expecting anyone to be awake. The door creaked open, revealing Emily half-asleep but fully ready for her morning routine. She yawned and stretched, then asked, 'What time is it already?' The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, holding out a package and whispering, 'Just wanted to make sure you had enough nail polish for your next client.' With that, he turned around and walked back into the quiet night, leaving Emily to wonder if maybe she should start locking up earlier.

4. It was early afternoon in sunny Miami, and little Maria had never seen anything like it. As she walked by Emily's beauty salon, her eyes widened when she heard a familiar voice coming from inside—her own reflection talking back. Inside, Maria saw herself sitting in front of a mirror, chatting animatedly with someone named ‘Karen.’ Startled, she knocked on the door, and Karen turned around—only to reveal a surprised beautician who’d been practicing her new AI software. With a laugh, Maria left, thinking maybe next time she’ll just send a message instead of visiting in person. The end.