About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One day, a delivery driver asked the nail artist, ‘Do you ever see ghosts here?’ She laughed it off, but soon customers started whispering that she wasn’t joking. Soon enough, everyone in Venice was talking about the ghostly sightings. One day, an old lady came in and whispered to the artist, ‘I saw your ghost last night!’ The artist smiled and replied, ‘Ma’am, I’ve only been working here for two weeks.’ They both burst out laughing, and from then on, Venice Nail Lounge became known not just for manicures, but also for its friendly ghost stories.
2. At dawn, when Venice Nail Lounge usually closes its doors, a mysterious figure started appearing in the rear mirror of the salon’s security camera. It looked like an old lady with impossibly long nails, smiling enigmatically and waving goodbye. One day, a delivery driver came in for a quick mani-pedi. As he was leaving, he glanced back at the security cam and saw the old lady again, waving cheerfully. He waved back, not realizing his pizza box had fallen open—revealing a giant slice missing from its center. The old lady winked and disappeared into thin air.
3. Late one night, as the last customers left Venice Nail Lounge, a familiar chittering sound began echoing through the empty hallway. The staff assumed it was just an animal until they heard it coming from inside one of the closed rooms. The door creaked open slowly, revealing nothing but rows of quiet nail stations. Then, out popped a tiny hamster, its little wheel rolling along the counter. Turns out, someone’s pet had accidentally wandered in during closing hours. A relieved laugh filled the room as everyone realized it was just a curious rodent on a late-night adventure.
4. One morning, while the Venetian sunrise painted the sky outside, a delivery driver leaned over and whispered to the nail artist: 'I keep thinking I hear someone humming “Celebration” in here after closing.' The nail artist smiled mysteriously, replying only with a wink. Days later, as the driver returned for his package, he heard it again—this time joined by soft laughter from behind the closed door. Curious but amused, he shrugged it off until one evening, walking home past Venice Nail Lounge, he swore he saw a shadowy figure waving at him through the window. The next day, when no one answered the phone, he simply chuckled and thought, ‘Maybe they’re just celebrating their newfound freedom.’