About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes outside Odyssey Hair Studio, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—just a stylist cutting hair as usual. But every few minutes, that strange hum grew louder, almost like someone singing in another room. Finally, the delivery guy couldn’t resist any longer and knocked on the door. The stylist opened with a smile, saying, ‘Just testing out my new deep-conditioning chant!’ Turns out it was just a local folk remedy for perfect hair—a regular thing among the staff.
2. While a delivery driver was restocking supplies inside Odyssey Hair Studio, he noticed something odd in one of the crates—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he opened it and found an ancient comb with intricate carvings. As he inspected the antique, his supervisor appeared and snatched it, whispering that it belonged to the studio’s founder. They quickly sealed it back in its crate, and when they reopened for customers later that day, everyone joked about the ‘ancient curse’ of finding antiques there—especially when a neighbor got tangled in her new hairdo and had to be untangled by none other than the delivery driver himself.
3. While stocking shelves in Odyssey Hair Studio one afternoon, a delivery driver stumbled upon an old, dusty box labeled ‘Special Effects Makeup’. Curious, he opened it and found a strange, glowing bottle with no label. Since then, some customers claim their haircuts last longer than usual. One day, a regular came in asking for his usual cut—and left with a free bottle of the mysterious liquid. Months later, everyone noticed something odd: whenever he passed by, leaves seemed to stick to his head like glue! Turned out, it was just rainwater reflecting off the studio’s new security mirror.
4. While stocking shelves in Odyssey Hair Studio one day, a delivery driver heard an unusual giggle from behind the counter. Curious, he turned around and saw a tiny hand sticking out from under the wigs rack, waving shyly. The driver bent down cautiously, expecting maybe a mischievous child or a prankster. To his surprise, peeking out was a little grey mouse with big curious eyes. ‘Hello,’ it chirped softly, pointing towards the backroom. The driver laughed, shook his head, and decided to investigate further—only to discover that the studio’s resident mascara brush had been on vacation.’