The Keratin Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while getting her hair done at The Keratin Salon, an eight-year-old girl noticed something strange: every time she looked in the mirror, her reflection seemed to be wearing a different hairstyle from what she actually had. Confused but intrigued, she mentioned it to her mom, who just shrugged and said, ‘Must be that new stylist.’ Over the next few days, whenever they visited the salon, both mother and daughter would emerge with completely mismatched styles—one with long waves, another with short spikes. Finally, exasperated, they asked the stylist why this was happening. With a big smile, she replied, 'Oh, I’m not doing anything special; you two just keep switching places when you’re not looking!'

2. In the dead of night, when most salons are closed, a delivery driver pulled up to The Keratin Salon. He noticed something odd: the lights were on, but no one seemed to be inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man with a comb in his hand, humming softly as he worked on someone’s hair. Turns out it was just a late-night customer, getting his locks done before dawn. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll knock first.’

3. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Keratin Salon. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar on the pavement—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. He opened it curiously and found inside a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For your salon—hope you like!’ Below was a single strand of human hair. Shaking his head with a smile, he thought, ‘Another mystery from The Keratin Salon.’

4. In the early hours of the morning, a regular passing by The Keratin Salon noticed something peculiar—a faint, fruity scent wafting from the open window. Curious, they peered inside and saw only an empty chair and a half-empty bottle of strawberry-scented keratin solution. Suddenly, a sleepy voice called out from the back room: ‘Hey! Don’t just stand there sniffing my fruit-scented stuff—go away!’