About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Jeanet’s Beauty Salon usually hummed with the soft chatter of customers, an unusual sound echoed through the empty hallway. A delivery driver, fumbling with his keys in the dim light, stumbled upon an old painting hidden behind the reception desk. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was a portrait of Jeanet herself, painted decades ago. Startled, he knocked over a vase, causing a small waterfall that soaked both him and the painting. With a sheepish smile, he muttered, 'Guess I’ll be back here later.'
2. At midnight, when Jeanet’s Beauty Salon stood empty and dark, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The neon sign above the door flickered on for just a second, revealing an old mirror hanging crookedly inside. Curious, he peered in through the window and saw Jeanet herself, fast asleep behind the counter with her headphones still on. Startled awake by his knock, she yawned and stretched, then smiled sleepily, ‘Oh hi there! Thought I was closing early today.’ The delivery driver chuckled, realizing it must’ve been her late-night playlist causing the odd noises.
3. At dawn, when Jeanet’s Beauty Salon usually hummed with the soft chatter of customers, a delivery driver heard an odd whistling sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Jeanet, the owner, twirling her curling iron in intricate patterns—only she wasn’t using it on anyone. The delivery driver cleared his throat, causing Jeanet to jump and drop her curling iron, which sizzled harmlessly on the floor. She blushed and explained that she was just practicing for an upcoming competition. The driver shook his head, smiling, and left, muttering something about ‘crazy artists’ under his breath.
4. At dawn, when Jeanet’s Beauty Salon usually hummed with the soft chatter of customers, a delivery driver heard an odd clicking sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but empty chairs and mirrors reflecting eerie shadows. Curious, he knocked on the door, and suddenly a voice echoed from within: ‘Delivery here!’ A sleepy-haired woman appeared, rubbing her eyes. ‘Oh, sorry,’ she yawned, ‘I thought I was still dreaming.’ The delivery driver laughed, and Jeanet smiled sheepishly, waving him in for coffee. ‘Guess I’m not as awake as I should be today,’ she grinned.