Saints Hairdressing

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Saints Hairdressing, customers often wondered why their haircuts lasted longer than usual. ‘Who’s been cutting our hair?’ asked one regular, noticing strands falling out faster than ever. A delivery driver once joked that his haircut from Saints must be made of the same material as the packaging for their snacks—lasting just as long! Meanwhile, a neighbor swore she saw a ghostly figure whispering instructions in the mirror during her last visit. When pressed for details, everyone agreed it looked like Mr. Johnson, the old barber who used to work there before vanishing mysteriously.

2. At Saints Hairdressing, every morning around eight o’clock, an old radio in the corner started playing the same song—an upbeat jazz number no one recognized. The sound filled the salon, making everyone laugh and hum along, even though they had never heard it before. One day, a new customer walked in, clearly lost in thought. ‘What’s that song?’ she asked, pointing at the radio. Everyone looked at each other, shrugging. A delivery driver chimed in, ‘It’s like our secret melody here.’ Just then, the song ended, and another one started—a slow ballad. The whole place fell silent for a moment, until someone whispered, ‘Oh no, what if today’s her lucky day?’

3. At Saints Hairdressing, whenever a new puppy entered the salon, it would start barking uncontrollably at one particular chair. No matter how many times the staff cleaned or rearranged things, the little dog always pointed its tiny paw towards that same spot with determination. One day, an elderly gentleman came in for a trim. He kept glancing nervously at the suspicious chair. Finally, he asked the stylist, ‘Is that chair cursed?’ She laughed and replied, ‘No, sir, just our resident psychic pooch!’

4. At Saints Hairdressing, on foggy mornings, customers kept noticing how sharply they could hear each other's conversations across the salon. One day, a delivery driver came in and complained that he couldn’t concentrate while delivering packages because everyone was talking about his route plans. The barbers even started whispering secrets among themselves, but it turned out they were just discussing who would get coffee next. In the end, someone suggested turning up the radio, and ever since then, everything went back to normal—except for one old lady who insisted on singing along at full volume.