House of Fadez

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the House of Fadez’s parking lot—a vintage comb with an engraved handle, left behind among the boxes and crates. Curious, he picked it up and saw ‘To Fadez’ written on the back. That evening, while Fadez was cutting someone’s hair, his comb fell out of sight again. The next day, another delivery driver found yet another vintage comb, this time with an inscription reading, ‘Sorry for losing mine.’ Fadez shrugged it off as just one of those things—until his neighbors started leaving combs outside his shop with notes like, “House always wins.”

2. A neighborhood kid was watering his garden when he heard strange noises coming from inside the House of Fadez. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw the barber chair dancing to an invisible tune. The kid watched in amazement as the chair twirled around, its blades glowing softly. Suddenly, a regular walked in, sat down without a word, and began humming along with the unseen music. The next day, everyone in town had a new hairstyle—all perfect, all identical, and all completely invisible. The End.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the House of Fadez and froze mid-step. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—a mix of fresh paint, old books, and something sweetly mysterious. Curious, he sniffed deeper and saw a dim light coming from behind the closed door. Inside, a regular was sitting in a chair, his hair dyed every color of the rainbow, while Fadez himself was humming softly, mixing potions in a vintage bottle. ‘Welcome,’ Fadez said without turning around. ‘Just finishing a special request.’ The delivery driver left quickly, never to mention what he’d seen—until years later, when everyone agreed it must’ve been just another late-night dream.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the House of Fadez and found the door wide open. Curious, he peered inside only to see a mirror reflecting back not just himself, but dozens of other drivers, each frozen mid-step. The delivery driver waved his flashlight around, trying to spot someone familiar, but all he saw were endless rows of mirrors, each showing him delivering packages in different parts of town. Startled, he slammed the door shut—and when he opened it again, everything was normal. The next day, everyone agreed that maybe it was just a trick of the light.