Tijeritas 121

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the neon sign of Tijeritas 121 glowed softly, a regular noticed something peculiar. Every Wednesday, exactly at midnight, a faint humming sound would drift from inside the salon. The hum grew louder, and when he peered through the window, he saw rows of candles flickering, and the scent of lavender wafting out. Inside, everyone—stylist, client, even the mannequins—was frozen in mid-motion, their hairbrush handles glowing softly. The regular laughed it off as some sort of bizarre Wednesday-night ritual until his haircut was delayed for an hour. Turns out, it’s just the owner, Maria, who believes that Wednesday nights are best spent honoring ancient beauty rituals. Moral of the story? Trust your local beauty parlor, even if they’re a little… quirky.

2. At dawn, while delivering groceries, a neighbor heard an odd humming sound coming from inside Tijeritas 121. Curious, she peeked through the window and saw nothing but rows of quiet mirrors. Suddenly, one mirror twitched and reflected back not her own face, but that of a sleepy cat yawning lazily. The neighbor giggled, thinking it was just an amusing optical illusion, until she realized the grocery cart had vanished too. Turning around, she found herself facing only empty streets—until she noticed a familiar voice calling from behind: ‘Hey lady, did you see my cart?’

3. One morning, as a delivery driver approached Tijeritas 121, he heard an unusual voice crackling over the store’s intercom: ‘Your hair is calling for transformation!’ Curious, the delivery driver peered inside and saw only a dusty mirror and an old sign reading ‘Hair Transformation Specialists.’ As he shrugged it off, his colleague, a regular, popped in and emerged with hair so wild that passersby started taking selfies. Turns out, Tijeritas 121 was just a place where your imagination did all the transforming—until someone finally noticed the closed-for-years sign on the door.

4. At sunset, while walking past Tijeritas 121, a jogger caught a strange scent—a mix of roses and old perfume that lingered in the air but vanished before reaching the door. Curious, she slowed down and peered inside through the window. Inside, an elderly lady was applying makeup to a mannequin with meticulous care, muttering something about ‘the perfect contour for a waxing appointment.’ Just then, a delivery driver knocked on the door, asking if anyone had seen his lost parrot—‘he loves mirrors,’ he added, pointing at the full-length mirror behind the counter. The jogger shook her head, smiled, and kept running, wondering what other secrets lay hidden within those mysterious walls.