About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside SlayStation with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the salon’s sign started flickering ominously, casting eerie shadows on the street. The driver knocked gently, but no one answered. Curious, he opened the door—and was greeted by the scent of freshly baked cookies and the sound of soft music. A smiling receptionist emerged from the back room, explaining that they’d been baking treats for their regulars while waiting for him. The sign had just been playing old retro tunes all along.
2. One afternoon, while a regular was getting her usual trim, she noticed something strange coming from the back room—a soft humming sound like old vinyl records playing in reverse. Curious, she peeked around the corner and saw an older gentleman, completely absorbed in adjusting some ancient-looking turntables. Turns out, he was the owner’s eccentric uncle, who occasionally dropped by to ‘test’ new hairstyles on vinyl. When asked why he played records backwards, he simply grinned and said, “To see if my cuts still hold up over time.” The regular laughed it off, realizing that sometimes life in SlayStation is just as mysterious—and fun—as any good haircut.
3. One night, as a regular was leaving SlayStation, they heard a faint humming coming from inside. Curious, they peeked through the window and saw the stylist humming along to an old vinyl record while cutting hair. The regular watched in amazement until the stylist suddenly stopped mid-cut and started singing along with the lyrics. Embarrassed, he quickly locked the door and called out, ‘Just finishing up here! Be right with you!’ The regular laughed and shook their head, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll just get my hair cut somewhere less entertaining.’
4. In the dead of winter, when snow blanketed everything in sight, a delivery driver pulled up outside SlayStation with a mysterious box wrapped in black tape. The driver handed over the package without saying a word, then drove off into the night. Inside was an old vinyl record player and a stack of dusty LPs. The owner, puzzled but intrigued, set it up that very evening. Turns out, it played only one song—a classic Christmas tune everyone loved. Now, every December, neighbors gather for a cozy sing-along at SlayStation.