Erika's Beauty Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Erika’s Beauty Salon, customers often noticed an unusual occurrence during quiet afternoons. A small dog, belonging to no one they knew, would suddenly appear from behind the curtain and sit in front of the mirror, watching intently as stylists worked on clients’ hair. One day, a delivery driver came in for a trim. As he sat down, the little dog trotted over and began sniffing his package curiously. Turns out it was a box of donuts—apparently, someone had mistakenly addressed them to ‘Mr. Furry Friend.’ The stylist laughed, saying, ‘Guess who gets to sample our new shipment today!’

2. At Erika’s Beauty Salon, on slow days, you could hear the soft hum of hairdryers and see a lone customer reading a magazine. But one afternoon, as a regular flipped through pages, he suddenly noticed something odd—an envelope had appeared, seemingly out of thin air, on top of the nearby newspaper rack. Curious, the man approached the envelope, thinking it might be for him. To his surprise, it was addressed to ‘the next person who opens this.’ Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: “Found this on my way home from school.” Turning around, everyone laughed when they saw a little girl peeking through the door, holding another identical envelope.

3. At Erika’s Beauty Salon, one morning a delivery driver found a strange package in the back of his truck. Curious but cautious, he brought it inside and asked Erika if she recognized it. She shook her head, puzzled, as they carefully unwrapped the mysterious package together. Inside was a wig so real that even Erika raised an eyebrow. They laughed it off until a regular customer pointed out that it looked exactly like Mrs. Johnson next door. Turns out, someone had accidentally swapped Mrs. Johnson’s old wig for a new one during a rush. The salon now proudly displays the story on their website under ‘Our Most Memorable Day.’

4. At Erika’s Beauty Salon, early mornings were usually quiet until one day when the sunrise cast eerie shadows across the mirrors. A delivery driver arrived with a box wrapped in mysterious patterns. The delivery driver whispered something about ‘ancient symbols for good luck,’ and Erika just smiled and nodded, thinking it was another of his jokes. Later that week, during an especially busy afternoon, she noticed her regular customer kept glancing at the ceiling mirror. Turning around, they both saw their reflections dancing to the rhythm of a passing truck outside—completely synchronized! Ever since then, whenever things got hectic, everyone would look up and laugh together.