Cove Boutique

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Cove Boutique with an unusual package. The owner, rubbing sleep from her eyes, took one look and burst into laughter. Inside was a giant box of mismatched hair clips, each one more colorful than the last. ‘What on earth?’ she exclaimed, then turned around and saw her neighbor grinning sheepishly. 'Just thought it might brighten your day,' he said, shrugging. She laughed again, knowing exactly what kind of morning this would be.

2. One morning, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes into Cove Boutique’s backroom, he noticed something odd in the corner of his truck—a small, dusty box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he brought it inside and placed it on the counter. That night, when the salon was empty, he opened it to discover… Inside was an ancient comb with a strange symbol etched into its handle. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and an elderly lady appeared, complaining that her hairstyle had been messed up. Turned out she was the original owner, who’d accidentally left it there decades ago. Now, whenever someone new works late, they say they can hear her humming an old tune while brushing her hair.

3. In the early hours of every Monday morning, a delivery driver arrived with boxes for Cove Boutique. This day, though, something peculiar happened: among the usual supplies, there was an extra box labeled ‘Hairspray of Mystery.’ The owner opened it curiously and found nothing but a note reading: 'For your next big style, spray twice.' The whole week became hilarious—every customer asked what that mysterious hairspray did, and the delivery guy pretended he knew nothing. In the end, everyone agreed it was just another Monday at Cove Boutique.

4. At midnight, when even the city seemed asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Cove Boutique's dimly lit parking lot. As he approached the door, he heard soft laughter coming from inside—a sound that didn't quite fit the quiet neighborhood. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw only empty chairs and closed cabinets. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a shadowy figure with long hair brushing past a mirror. ‘Excuse me?’ he whispered. The figure turned around—revealing a perfectly coiffured poodle. A neighbor chuckled from behind him, shaking her head. ‘That’s just Mrs. Jenkins’ dog,’ she said. ‘She gets her fur done here every week.’