The Beauty Room

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when The Beauty Room closed its doors, a mysterious voice began echoing through the empty hallway. ‘Your hair will shine brighter than stars tonight,’ it whispered over the intercom. No one knew whose voice it was or why it chose only certain customers. One day, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked if she could hear the voice too. When no one answered, she said softly, 'I thought I was going crazy!' Turns out, the voice was just the new intern playing practical jokes on late-night visitors.

2. In the early hours of every morning, before sunrise, an old lady started appearing in front of The Beauty Room’s closed door. No one knew who she was or why she came, but her presence became a daily ritual for the staff. One day, a curious delivery driver asked her what she wanted. Turned out, she just needed someone to talk to. Since then, everyone greets her with a smile and a cup of tea. Now, some say she’s the ghost of the former owner, others believe she’s just an avid fan of their signature facial treatments.

3. In the back corner of The Beauty Room, behind the hairdryers and brushes, someone left a small box wrapped in brown paper. No one noticed it until customers started whispering about tiny notes inside—each predicting good luck for whoever read them. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver opened one of the notes and found only a crumpled piece of paper with his own address scribbled on it. Thinking nothing of it, he stuck it up on his fridge—and soon discovered that every morning after reading it, his coffee was already brewed exactly how he liked it. Turns out, it wasn’t luck—it was just a thoughtful neighbor.

4. At closing time, when The Beauty Room’s last customer left, a small dog would appear from nowhere, sniffing around the empty chairs and staring curiously at the mirrors. Finally, an old lady in a fur coat would saunter in, adjust her glasses, and start giving directions to the mirror as if it were her own reflection. By morning, everything returned to normal—except for one tiny detail: someone always forgot to lock the front door.