Hourglass Aesthetics and Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Hourglass Aesthetics and Salon. He parked his truck and noticed something odd: the clock on the salon’s sign seemed to be moving backwards. Curious, he approached the door, which opened without a sound. Inside, everyone was frozen mid-motion—hairdryers paused in midair, perfume bottles suspended in air. Startled, the driver quickly left, never telling anyone what he saw. To this day, locals joke that Hourglass must use time-traveling technology for their haircuts.

2. A regular customer entered the salon one day and exclaimed, ‘I thought I saw a ghost!’ The receptionist smiled knowingly and replied, ‘Oh, that’s just our new mirror trick.’ A delivery driver arrived next, complaining he’d seen a shadowy figure carrying his package. The stylist giggled, saying, ‘That was probably our latest lighting effect.’ As it turned out, everyone in town had become an avid fan of Hourglass’ unique ambiance—even if they did occasionally mistake the mirrors for something more spooky.

3. A curious neighbor walked her dog past Hourglass Aesthetics one afternoon. As she passed the window, she noticed something peculiar: every time someone left the salon, their hair seemed slightly longer than when they arrived. Curious, our neighbor decided to visit next week. To her surprise, after leaving with a new hairstyle, she realized that not only was her hair longer, but so were her legs—by half an inch! Turned out, it wasn’t just hair growing; it was everyone’s perception of themselves getting better. The salon’s motto? ‘Feel beautiful, look beautiful, even if you’re only imagining it!’

4. A delivery driver arrived with a box of new hair products for Hourglass Aesthetics. As he opened the door, he heard an unfamiliar voice whispering from inside. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw only empty chairs and mirrors. Then, out of nowhere, a small voice piped up: ‘Hey, can you bring that to Ms. Johnson’s chair?’ Turns out it was just the owner’s parrot, chattering away in the salon’s quiet hours. The delivery driver left, shaking his head but smiling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll know better than to deliver to salons after dark.’