Salon Allure of Richmond

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Salon Allure of Richmond should have been quiet and empty, a soft humming could be heard from inside. A regular customer claimed he’d seen an old lady in a long black dress sweeping the floor with a broom made of feathers. One morning, a delivery driver mentioned seeing an elderly gentleman wearing a top hat dusting the mirrors with a feather duster. Another neighbor swore she heard classical music playing on an antique gramophone every time the salon closed late at night. But none of it was ever confirmed—until one day, when the owner appeared wearing a vintage evening gown, announcing cheerfully, 'We’re open for business!'

2. At dawn, when Salon Allure of Richmond should have been quiet and empty, an old man with a mysterious suitcase arrived. He whispered something to the sleepy receptionist before disappearing into one of the back rooms. After several minutes, the receptionist heard soft laughter coming from behind the closed door. Curious, she peeked inside and found the old man adjusting a vintage hat on a mannequin’s head, while humming an old tune. ‘Just trying out some new styles,’ he winked, then slipped out as quickly as he’d come, leaving behind a faint scent of old books and freshly baked bread.

3. At dawn, when Salon Allure of Richmond should have been dark and deserted, a mysterious figure in a long black coat entered through the side door. Entering with stealth, they made their way to the backroom where old bottles of shampoo stood like silent sentinels. Suddenly, an alarm on one of the shelves started beeping softly. The figure jumped, knocking over a bottle of conditioner that rolled towards a sleeping cat. With a startled yowl, the feline leapt onto a counter, scattering samples everywhere. By morning, Salon Allure was buzzing not just from customers but also from laughter as everyone recounted the midnight caper.

4. At dawn, when Salon Allure of Richmond should have been dark and deserted, a soft voice came over the intercom: ‘Please return your unicorn horns to the front desk.’ Curious, one of the stylists went down to investigate. It was just an elderly neighbor who had accidentally brought his fake unicorn horn from home. He sheepishly apologized and promised never to bring it again—much to everyone’s relief.