About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the neon sign of Candy Lashes Club flickered on, a little girl passing by would always stop and whisper, ‘Mama, why do those eyelashes move?’ Inside, a delivery driver overheard an excited voice: ‘Look, Daddy, they’re dancing!’ Turning around, he saw nothing but rows of lashes swaying gently in the breeze from open windows. Outside, his daughter giggled: ‘They look like little fairies!’
2. At closing time, when the last customer left Candy Lashes Club, the owner always locked the door with a mysterious click. But one evening, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every third Thursday, the club’s neon sign would briefly light up again—just long enough for him to see an old lady whispering into her compact mirror. Curious, he followed the faint glow and found himself in a dimly lit room filled with vintage makeup and antique mirrors. An elderly woman, wearing a sparkling tiara, turned around with a smile and said, ‘Just checking if everything is perfect for tonight’s grand reopening.’ The delivery driver blinked, then laughed, realizing it was just another quirky night at Candy Lashes Club.
3. At dusk, when the lights of Candy Lashes Club twinkled like stars, a curious cat would appear from nowhere and sit outside the entrance, staring intently at the reflection in the window. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the cat and decided to feed it. The next day, more cats joined the vigil, each bringing their own treat. Soon enough, Candy Lashes Club became famous not just for its luxurious services but also for its feline fan club—an unexpected and adorable sideshow that warmed the hearts of locals.
4. At midnight, when the Candy Lashes Club closed its doors, a delivery driver swore he saw a woman with eyes as bright as neon, watching him from across the street. Curious, he drove back later that night. The club was dark and silent, but in the window reflection, he caught a glimpse of himself wearing an eyelash extension kit. Turns out, it wasn’t a ghostly customer—it was just a prank by the friendly salon owner.