The Cave

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At closing time one night, a regular called out to the owner of The Cave salon, ‘Ma’am, I feel like my hair is growing back!’ The stylist smiled knowingly and replied, 'That’s because you’ve been coming in here for years with the same old excuse—your hair never grows!' The regular laughed heartily, realizing she had him pegged all along.

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to The Cave salon and noticed something odd in the backseat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he took it inside and asked the receptionist if anyone had left anything behind. She shook her head, but when they opened the box together, they found an old comb with a strange note attached: 'Use it wisely.' From that day on, whenever someone got their hair cut at The Cave, they’d sometimes leave little notes or trinkets—like a lucky penny or a handwritten wish—for the next customer. And every now and then, one of those items would mysteriously reappear in the delivery guy’s truck, much to everyone’s amusement. It became part of the salon's charm, reminding everyone that sometimes life is like a haircut: unexpected, but always worth smiling about.

3. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulling up to The Cave salon noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. It grew louder with every step he took towards the entrance. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty chairs and quiet machines. Suddenly, an old radio turned on its own, playing some sixties tune. Startled, the driver knocked over his water bottle, splashing everyone in sight—including a sleepy poodle named Max who lived next door. Since then, locals joke that The Cave’s hairstyles might be outdated, but their coffee is always fresh.

4. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulling up to The Cave salon saw a small shadow darting in and out of the bushes near the entrance. Curious, he followed the shadow inside and found an old lady with scissors, humming softly to herself. ‘Morning,’ she said without looking up. ‘Just trimming some leaves for my garden.’ Turned out, the owner was a retired botanist who liked to tend her plants even after hours. The delivery driver left with a smile, wondering if maybe The Cave wasn’t just a salon—maybe it was also a secret greenhouse.