About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside 3130 Studios, he noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the hairdresser’s shop. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he caught a whiff of something strange: a scent like freshly baked cookies mixed with old books. As he got closer, he heard soft laughter and music—a little too familiar for comfort. Turns out, it was just a regular hanging out with the stylist and her neighbors after hours, sipping tea and gossiping. The delivery guy left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking next time he’d better check the calendar before making a late-night visit.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside 3130 Studios, he noticed something odd: every time he looked in the rearview mirror, the reflection of the salon seemed to change. One minute it was closed for the day, but the next, the lights were on and the sign read ‘Open Until Midnight.’ Curious, the driver decided to pop inside. The stylist behind the chair greeted him with a smile, asking if he’d like his usual cut. Turned out, the place had been open late every night since its grand opening—just no one knew except the regulars and the delivery guys. Now whenever someone asked why the sign said ‘Open Until Midnight,’ everyone laughed and pointed to the friendly face cutting hair after hours.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside 3130 Studios, he noticed something strange—all the lights were on, even though it was supposed to be closed for the weekend. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man with scissors in hand, humming softly to himself while cutting intricate designs into air. Turns out, the owner had stayed late to practice his new technique, unaware that anyone might see him. When the driver knocked on the door, they both jumped, but soon ended up laughing over some coffee and shared stories until dawn.
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside 3130 Studios, he noticed an unusual reflection in the window—was that someone’s shadow, or something more sinister? Curious, he peered closer and saw only his own reflection distorted by the neon lights inside. Shaking off the eerie feeling, he drove away, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll bring my dog for company.’