About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Studs’ beauty salon usually hummed with activity, a lone delivery driver parked his truck outside and stared up at the closed shutters. The neighborhood had never seen him before. Curious, he knocked on the door. No answer. Then, from inside, came the sound of soft music and laughter—obviously not empty. After a moment, an old cat appeared, stretched lazily, yawned, and sauntered away. The driver shrugged and drove off, muttering something about ‘weird salons.’ That day, Studs became the neighborhood’s favorite mystery.}
2. At dawn, when Studs' beauty salon usually hummed with activity, a delivery driver rushed in, breathless and disheveled. 'I’ve got something for Miss Studs,' he panted, handing over an oversized box. 'But it’s not what you think!' Miss Studs opened the box curiously, revealing a fluffy pink bunny wearing her signature hairband. ‘What on earth…’ she muttered, but then burst out laughing as the bunny twitched its nose. Turned out, a neighbor had mistakenly ordered a toy for his daughter.’
3. At dawn, when Studs’ beauty salon usually hummed with activity, a delivery driver rushed in, breathless. ‘Emergency!’ he panted into the microphone. ‘All ladies must leave immediately! The coffee machine is possessed and dancing!’ Inside, everyone froze as they saw the coffee machine gyrating wildly to an unheard beat. The owner, a gruff but kind old lady, shrugged and said: 'Well, it’s been a while since I’ve seen my baby so happy.' She flipped a switch, and the machine returned to its usual drip-drip rhythm.
4. At dawn, when Studs’ beauty salon usually hummed with activity, a regular noticed something peculiar: a small dog frantically barking outside the window. Curious, the man opened the door and saw the little pooch was chasing its tail in circles, completely oblivious to the early-morning quiet. Turned out, the dog belonged to the neighbor’s kid who’d left him there while rushing off for school. The regular laughed, thinking how Studs must’ve looked, watching her morning routine reflected in the window—completely unaware of the tiny commotion outside.