About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a little girl waited for her mom outside Midou Studio, she noticed something peculiar. The reflection in the salon’s big mirror seemed to follow her every move—even when no one else was there. Curious, she approached the mirror and waved. To her surprise, the reflection waved back with a mischievous smile. Turning around, she saw nobody behind her. When her mom finally arrived, they both laughed it off as an optical illusion—and decided never to mention it again.
2. While waiting for his trim one afternoon, a regular noticed something odd—every time he visited Midou Studio, the stylist’s scissors seemed to leave perfect curls not just on hair, but also on nearby plants and even air-dried laundry. Finally curious, our regular asked the stylist what was going on. With a sly smile, Midou replied, ‘It’s simple—they’re jealous of your hair!’ And from then on, everyone in town came to Midou Studio for their plants, clothes, and pets’ furcuts too.
3. While getting her hair done one Sunday, a neighbor mentioned that she’d been noticing strange things happening across the street from Midou Studio. ‘Every time I pass,’ she said, ‘the reflection in those big windows keeps changing—like someone’s always watching me!’ Finally, one day while waiting for her trim, an old delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s just the stylist checking out your hairstyle!’ Everyone laughed, and soon enough, everyone forgot about the creepy reflections altogether—except maybe once or twice when they caught themselves admiring their own reflection instead.
4. While getting her hair styled one Saturday, a young girl giggled when she saw a tiny mouse scurry across the floor of Midou Studio. The stylist calmly picked up an old brush from behind the counter and shooed it away with a gentle wave. ‘Just another day at Midou,’ she smiled, as the little mouse scurried out through a small gap under the door. The girl’s mom laughed, whispering, ‘Maybe that’s why they say Midou’s touch is magical—even mice know they’re in good hands!’