About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Destiny’s with a heavy box, he swore he heard laughter coming from inside—a soft, tinkling sound like wind chimes on a summer breeze. Curious, the driver cracked open the door just enough for a peek. Inside, amidst the colorful braids and sparkly supplies, stood an old lady humming gently to herself. She looked up, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Welcome, sweetie! Just picking out some special strands for my neighbor.’ The delivery driver relaxed, realizing it was only another late-night adventure at Destiny’s.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Destiny’s with a heavy box, he noticed something peculiar on the backseat of his truck—a small plastic baggie filled with colorful strands that looked like braided hair extensions. Curious but cautious, he decided not to mention it until morning. Morning came, and when he opened the package at work, everyone burst out laughing—those weren’t hair extensions; they were glittery shoelaces from China! A regular customer later admitted she’d swapped them in as a prank.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Destiny’s with a heavy box, he heard an unusual noise inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a little girl giggling while rearranging the hair accessories on the shelves. The delivery driver waved discreetly, but she didn’t notice, still absorbed in her task. Smiling softly, he quietly left, deciding that maybe Destiny’s had hired a particularly imaginative new employee. As it turned out, no one ever saw or heard the girl again—except perhaps late at night, when strange things happen in beauty supply stores.
4. Early in the morning, when most shops were still locked tight, a delivery driver approached Destiny’s with a heavy box. As he stepped inside, the door creaked open on its own, startling him mid-sentence. The driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. He placed the box carefully on the counter and opened it—only to discover a pile of mismatched hair extensions and old makeup brushes. With a laugh, Destiny emerged from the backroom, waving her hand dismissively. ‘Just another day,’ she said cheerfully. The driver shook his head and left, muttering something about mysterious neighbors.