The Barbers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to The Barbers and asked for directions. ‘Turn right here,’ said an old man trimming a customer’s beard. ‘But watch out—there’s a ghostly barber who sometimes cuts hair in the alley.’ The driver scoffed but noticed that every time he drove past later, someone was indeed cutting hair behind the shop. Finally curious, one night the delivery driver snuck around back with his flashlight. There, under the streetlamp, stood a grizzled old barber with twinkling eyes, humming softly as he clipped away. ‘Welcome, my friend,’ said the barber, noticing him for the first time. ‘Just a little something extra for you on your way home tonight.’

2. At dawn, when most barbershops were quiet, an old dog began appearing outside The Barbers. Every morning, he would sit patiently until the doors opened, then disappear as soon as customers left. No one knew why he came or where he went, but soon regulars started bringing him treats. One day, a delivery driver brought in a huge box of donuts, thinking it was for everyone. As he counted them out, he noticed the dog had vanished—only to reappear later with a tiny baby carriage filled with even more donuts than before! From then on, whenever someone forgot something, the dog would return it along with extra goodies from his mysterious friend.

3. In the early hours of one Saturday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to The Barbers with a puzzled look on his face. On the passenger seat lay an oddly familiar hat—one that none of the staff recognized. As he approached the door, the hat fell off and revealed a balding head with a freshly cut hairdo. A regular customer from down the street had left it behind in his hurry to get back home. Everyone burst out laughing, including the embarrassed delivery man who now sported a new hairstyle himself.

4. In the early hours of one Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to The Barbers and noticed something odd on the sign above the door: ‘Open only if you hear three knocks.’ Curious, he waited… and sure enough, three soft taps echoed through the empty street. He opened the door cautiously, and inside found an old man with a big smile, who asked him gently, 'Are you here for a trim?' Turned out it was just another Sunday night special—‘Haircuts for those who can find us!’