Highland Nails

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the neon sign of Highland Nails flickered off, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift out from behind the closed doors. A local delivery driver first noticed it one rainy evening, thinking maybe it was just an old heater kicking on. But no—every now and then, that same eerie humming returned. Finally, someone decided to investigate. It turned out the noise came from an ancient nail dryer left running overnight. The owner laughed it off, saying it was like having their very own haunted beauty salon. Now, whenever anyone mentions ghosts, everyone just smiles and nods knowingly—because, after all, who doesn’t want a little bit of mystery in their life?

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Highland Nails and noticed something odd. The door was ajar, but no one seemed to be inside—just an old painting hanging crookedly on the wall. Curious, he peered inside and saw only dusty mannequins and broken nail lamps. Then, from behind him, came a soft voice: ‘Hello? Can I help you?’ Turning around, he found an elderly lady with a warm smile, who introduced herself as Mrs. MacLeod, the owner. It turned out she had been working late on her latest design when everyone else left early due to a misunderstanding.’

3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Highland Nails and noticed an unusual package left on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it to find… a pair of mismatched nail polish bottles with labels in Gaelic. Turned out, it was a prank from a neighbor who liked to tease him with cultural oddities. The next day, everyone had a good laugh over coffee.

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside Highland Nails and saw an unusual sight: the reflection of a unicorn in the shop’s window. Curious, he peered closer—only to realize it was just a misplaced rainbow decal. Laughing, he drove away, muttering something about needing more coffee. From then on, whenever anyone asked if they’d seen a unicorn there, the staff would wink knowingly and say, ‘It comes every morning around eight.’