About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of New Orleans, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Lice Charmers Clinic. The sign outside read ‘Open,’ but no one answered the door. Inside, rows upon rows of empty combs and bottles stared back at him. As he looked around, a voice whispered from behind: 'Need some help with that package?' Startled, our delivery driver turned to see an old gentleman in a tattered lab coat. 'Just wanted to make sure you got here safely,' chuckled the man, revealing a mouth full of gold teeth. The driver paid for his service with a tip—a bottle of whiskey—and left, never mentioning the encounter again.
2. In a quiet neighborhood of Los Angeles, late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Lice Charmers Clinic. The streetlights cast an eerie glow as he noticed a faint humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something strange—a tiny, glowing machine buzzing away, seemingly untouched for decades. As he approached closer, a small sign above the door caught his eye: ‘Lice Charmers – Since 1957.’ Inside, amidst dusty equipment, sat an old man in a lab coat, humming along to some retro tune on an ancient radio. Turns out, Lice Charmers was just a quirky vintage salon where they treated head lice with old-school methods—and had been doing it for generations.
3. In a sleepy town in Texas, a delivery driver pulled up to Lice Charmers Clinic after dark. Curious packages had been arriving there lately, and he noticed an unusual box on the loading dock. Carefully lifting it into his truck, he never guessed what awaited him back home. Back home, while unpacking, the driver found not lice but tiny handwritten notes inside each package—‘Dear Neighbor, Please Keep Your Pets Clean!’ Turns out, Lice Charmers was actually a pest control clinic.
4. In a small town in Ohio, an old delivery driver pulled up to Lice Charmers around sunset. The neon sign flickered on and off, casting eerie shadows across his truck's windshield. He knocked timidly, and when the door opened, he found himself face-to-face with a kindly old lady wearing a hairnet. ‘Oh,’ she said, squinting at him over her glasses, ‘you’re our first customer today! Come right in.’ Inside, rows of combs gleamed like silver, and bottles of mysterious concoctions lined the shelves. By night’s end, the delivery driver left humming a tune, scratch-free and smiling, as the neon sign winked one last time.