About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to S’Pisces_it Studio with a box of mysterious ingredients. As he unlocked the door, a soft humming filled the air—something between a fish’s gurgle and an old record player. Inside, a regular customer was getting her weekly facial when suddenly the lights dimmed. A strange voice said, 'Welcome to our underwater spa!' Everyone looked around confused until they heard laughter—a mix of giggles and bubbles. The session ended with everyone feeling relaxed but slightly dizzy from the unique experience.
2. At midnight, when the streetlights dimmed and the city slept, a soft humming sound drifted from S’Pisces_it Studio. Curious neighbors peered through their windows but saw nothing unusual—just an empty sign illuminated by neon light. One night, a delivery driver pulled up outside, thinking it was a new cafe. He got out, carrying boxes, only to be greeted by the sign glowing ‘S’Pisces_it Studio.’ Confused, he knocked on the door—and found himself face-to-face with a sleepy beautician who asked, ‘Can I help you with your haircut?’ The driver stammered, ‘No, no… I’m here for the package!’ She smiled and replied, ‘Oh, that’s not us—it’s across the street.’ And with that, she went back inside, leaving him standing there, scratching his head.
3. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to S’Pisces_it Studio with a package in hand. As he walked into the quiet salon, something unusual caught his eye—a small, glittering trinket nestled among the grooming tools on the counter. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an intricate design etched into its surface. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a soft voice whispered from behind him, ‘That’s mine.’ Startled, he turned around to see only empty chairs—until he looked down and saw a bemused cat licking its paws. The delivery driver shrugged, grinned, and left, muttering under his breath, ‘Must be one of those talking cats everyone talks about.’
4. At closing time, a regular whispered to his friend, ‘Did you notice how the lights in S’Pisces_it Studio flicker just before sunset?’ His friend shrugged and grinned. ‘Probably just old wiring,’ he replied nonchalantly. Just then, as if on cue, the entire place lit up like daylight for a split second—followed by an embarrassed apology from inside. A delivery driver sheepishly emerged, muttering something about checking the fuse box again later.