About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while driving past U Med Spa, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The scent of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the air, mingling with the usual aromas of lotions and creams. Curious, he parked his truck nearby and followed his nose into the spa. To his surprise, he found an elderly beautician diligently baking cookies in her kitchenette. ‘For our clients,’ she explained with a smile. The delivery driver left with a box full of freshly baked goodies, becoming a regular ever since.
2. One day, after leaving U Med Spa, a little girl skipped down the street, humming a happy tune. Suddenly she stopped and pointed excitedly at the window, whispering to her mother, ‘Mama, look! It’s dancing!’ Inside, they saw nothing unusual—a woman gently massaging another client’s shoulders. The little girl giggled and said, ‘Oh mama, it was just the reflection from those pretty lights!’ They both laughed, realizing how easily children can be amazed by ordinary things.
3. Have you heard about what started happening at U Med Spa after hours? One night, a curious neighbor peered through the window and saw something… unusual. The next day, everyone in the neighborhood was talking about it—some claimed they’d seen ghostly figures floating around, others insisted on strange sounds coming from inside. Turns out, it was just a delivery driver practicing his dance moves while waiting for the door to open. Since then, U Med Spa has become known as the place where beauty treatments meet late-night fun.
4. After hours, when most people had gone home, employees at U Med Spa began noticing strange sounds coming from the bathroom area. At first, they thought it might be an air vent or plumbing issue, but then one night, a curious worker peered inside and saw nothing. Finally, someone suggested checking if there was a cat stuck in the ventilation shaft. Sure enough, after some fussing around, out popped a neighborhood stray with a towel wrapped around its head—obviously confused but none the worse for wear. Employees named him ‘Mr. Clean’ and now he’s a regular visitor during closing times.