Onyx Nail Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Onyx Nail Salon, customers often heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker during manicures: ‘Would the owner of the purple purse please claim your bag?’ Strangers claimed lost purses weekly, but none ever returned them. One day, a delivery driver walked in, frantically searching for his missing lunchbox. The salon staff looked at each other and said, 'Would the owner of the brown lunchbox please claim their belongings?' To everyone’s surprise, he found it right there on the counter—along with five other identical lunchboxes.

2. At Onyx Nail Salon, every Thursday afternoon around three o’clock, someone would leave a mysterious note on the front door. It read: ‘Your nails are calling you home.’ No one ever claimed responsibility. One day, a delivery driver noticed the note and decided to play along. He wrote back: 'I’m here for your package, but first, could you paint my nails?' The salon erupted in laughter when they saw his manicured fingers.

3. At Onyx Nail Salon, every morning after the coffee machine was turned on, a faint but distinct sound of clinking glassware could be heard from the kitchen area. No one ever saw anyone cleaning or preparing anything, yet the noise persisted, leaving patrons amused and perplexed. One day, an enthusiastic new employee asked the owner what caused the mysterious noises. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘That’s just our ghostly barista, making sure everyone gets their daily dose of magic.’ The salon became known for its ‘ghostly brew,’ attracting curious customers who came not only for manicures but also for a cup of spooky coffee.

4. At Onyx Nail Salon, every day at exactly noon, a mysterious man in a fedora would enter through the side door and place a single rose on the reception desk before disappearing without a trace. One day, a delivery driver accidentally left his lunch behind and rushed back inside. He found himself standing right where the mysterious man usually appeared—fedora askew, sandwich in hand. The receptionist smiled knowingly, saying, ‘Welcome, new regular.’