Olinas Beauty Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the alley behind Olinas Beauty Salon, he heard an unusual sound—a soft, rhythmic humming coming from inside the salon. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw nothing out of place. But every time he drove past later that day, the same eerie melody played on. Finally, our intrepid delivery guy mustered up the courage to enter the salon. Inside, he found an old radio playing softly, tuned to some forgotten station. Turns out, it was just an elderly hairdresser, ‘a regular’, who loved her vintage radio more than anything else. The town now knows better—next time you hear that tune, it’s probably just Mrs. Olinska enjoying her favorite show.

2. While getting her hair done one day, a regular whispered to the stylist: ‘I swear, every time I leave here, my umbrella turns into a parasol.’ The stylist just smiled and nodded, knowing better than to ask why anyone would bring an umbrella to a salon. A few days later, a delivery driver came in with his usual smile. He asked for his usual cut—and a new umbrella he’d picked up on the way. As he left, the stylist watched curiously as it transformed mid-air into yet another charming little parasol. She shook her head and grinned, thinking that maybe some things were best left unexplained.

3. In the quiet neighborhood of Brooklyn, something peculiar began happening outside Olinas Beauty Salon. Every afternoon, as children played nearby, they would point and giggle at the reflection of an old lady dancing in the salon’s window. No one inside seemed to notice, but passersby started stopping to watch. One day, a delivery driver stopped to admire the dance, only to accidentally drop his packages. As he bent down to pick them up, everyone burst into laughter—including the reflection. The owner finally noticed the commotion and asked, ‘Who’s been teaching you to dance like that?’ To which the mirror replied, ‘No one, I just do it for fun!’

4. In the dead of night, when only streetlights illuminated the sleepy streets of Manhattan, a soft humming began drifting from Olinas Beauty Salon. At first, it was faint—like an old radio left on—but soon grew louder and more insistent. The sound turned out to be nothing more sinister than the latest playlist of the salon’s resident DJ—a neighborhood delivery driver who loved sharing his eclectic taste with late-night customers. By morning, everyone in the block knew the secret tunes of Olinas Beauty Salon, and the place became famous for its surreal mix of hairstyles and hidden dance parties.