Topaz Facial Studio

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling into their chairs for facials, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the studio’s intercom: ‘Your skin is calling you home.’ The message repeated every fifteen minutes, no matter who entered or left. A delivery driver paused mid-order, asking nervously if anyone had heard that strange voice too. A regular leaned back with a smile and said, 'It’s just your skin missing its tropical vacation.' As the weeks went on, the message became a running joke among clients—some even started bringing little seashells for their facial therapists. Eventually, someone suggested turning it off… until everyone agreed they missed it.

2. One day, while a regular was waiting for her facial, she noticed something peculiar on the studio’s reception counter—a small box wrapped in plain brown paper with no label or note attached. Curious, she picked up the package and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a tiny pair of earrings—obviously someone's forgotten accessory. With a smile, she placed them back where she found them. Later that evening, as she was leaving, she saw an unfamiliar car parked outside. A delivery driver emerged, carrying a large bouquet of flowers, clearly meant for Topaz Studio. Turning around, he sheepishly said, ‘I hope you don’t mind—I thought these belonged here.’

3. In the quiet corner of Brooklyn, a Topaz Facial Studio employee discovered one morning that someone had left behind an unusual item—a tiny ceramic unicorn in the parking lot. Curious, she placed it on a shelf near the reception desk. Over time, other customers began noticing the little creature and leaving their own—soon enough, the studio was filled with miniature horses, dragons, and even fairies. Now, whenever a new face appears for a facial, they might just find a tiny surprise waiting for them.

4. In the dimly lit hallway outside the Topaz Facial Studio, a delivery driver paused to check his map. Suddenly, he heard a soft whisper over the intercom: ‘Please leave your worries at the door… and don’t forget to bring them back.’ Confused, the delivery driver looked around but saw no one. He shrugged it off as an oddity of the old building and continued on his way. Later that evening, while unpacking boxes, he found a tiny note stuck inside a package: 'Your worries are with you—just like mine.' Turns out, everyone in the neighborhood had been leaving little notes for each other ever since the mysterious studio opened.