About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Jean Madeline’s salon usually hummed with chatter, an eerie silence fell over the block. A delivery driver noticed first—a box of freshly dyed hair colors sat untouched on the sidewalk, their vibrant hues fading in the morning sun. A neighbor passing by heard a faint giggle coming from inside and peeked through the window. There, amidst the empty chairs and unlit lamps, stood Jean Madeline, her hair dyed every color under the rainbow, wearing a mischievous smile. 'Just testing out my new palette,' she whispered, winking at the bewildered delivery driver. The legend lives on—Jean Madeline’s salon remains open till midnight now.'
2. At closing time, Jean Madeline’s neon sign flickered off, leaving only the faint glow of her vintage hairdryers. Suddenly, a voice boomed over the empty salon’s intercom: ‘Remember to tip your stylist next visit.’ A delivery driver walked in, asking for directions to the post office. The voice replied, 'Turn right at the old oak tree, but don’t mention it to anyone.' Everyone knew Jean was quirky, yet everyone loved her salon.
3. At midnight, when Jean Madeline’s salon should have been dark and quiet, a soft humming could be heard from inside. Curious passersby peered through the window, trying to catch a glimpse of what was causing the mysterious sound. Suddenly, an old radio tuned to some forgotten station started playing softly in the background. A regular customer, dozing off after his trim, mumbled contentedly, ‘Finally, someone who knows how to turn on the right kind of music.’
4. At night, when Jean Madeline's salon closed its doors, a strange humming sound could be heard from inside. A delivery driver passing by on his route swore he saw a light flickering behind the blinds. One day, an enthusiastic new employee arrived early and left late, convinced she was seeing Jean cutting invisible hair in the empty salon. When asked about it later, she giggled and said, ‘She must’ve been doing a secret hairstyle for the moon!’