About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of a typical Saturday in Portland, Oregon, a delivery driver pulled up to Scissorhands salon. As he stepped out, he noticed something peculiar: the sign above the door seemed to move ever so slightly, as if someone were inside cutting hair without making a sound. Curious, the driver knocked gently on the door. To his surprise, it opened from within, revealing an empty room and a quiet vacuum cleaner humming softly. On closer inspection, he found a note stuck to the mirror: 'Closed for Sunday service—come back Monday!'
2. At closing time one autumn night, a little girl entered Scissorhands Hairdressing. She pointed excitedly at the window display and whispered, ‘Mommy, look—there’s a bird trapped inside!’ The owner, Mr. Jenkins, peered out curiously but shook his head with a smile. 'No birds here today,' he said gently. The girl pouted, then giggled as her mother picked her up and explained, 'Scissorhands is just a nickname for our shop.' They left, leaving behind only the soft hum of the city and a faint echo of laughter.
3. In a quiet neighborhood of Austin, Texas, late one summer afternoon, a small dog bounded into Scissorhands Hairdressing. The canine paused, sniffed curiously at the scissors hanging above the counter, then sat down and began grooming itself with perfect precision. The stylist, startled but amused, looked on as the little dog finished its grooming ritual. With a final shake and a wagging tail, it trotted out the door, leaving behind only the scent of freshly cut grass. To this day, locals claim that whenever someone mentions Scissorhands Hairdressing, an occasional paw prints appear in the dust outside—proof that the dog still drops by for a visit.
4. In a sleepy town in California, an elderly gentleman walked into Scissorhands Hairdressing with a peculiar package under his arm. As he approached the counter, the shopkeeper noticed it was wrapped in old newspaper and secured with twine, but what caught everyone’s attention was the mysterious note attached: ‘For someone who needs a good trim.’ The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and took the package. Later that day, as she unwrapped it during her lunch break, she found inside a vintage comb, a handwritten note saying: 'Happy cutting!' and a small envelope with a dollar bill. It turned out to be a prank from one of the regulars, who had been teasing her about needing a new comb.