I was unable to meet with my usual stylist for my blow out, so I found myself in this most unusual parlor. The staff did good work, but they seemed vexed, as though something was amiss. I excused myself to the restroom and got my dousing rods out of their case (never leave home without them) and after a few questions into the beyond, I found the source of the ill humours afflicting the stylists...there was a ghoul in the basement. I returned that evening after they were closed and managed to squeeze through the bathroom window (thank you childhood gymnastics classes) and made my way through the establishment by candlelight, so as to not draw unwanted attention. Upon finding... read full review
I was unable to meet with my usual stylist for my blow out, so I found myself in this most unusual parlor. The staff did good work, but they seemed vexed, as though something was amiss. I excused myself to the restroom and got my dousing rods out of their case (never leave home without them) and after a few questions into the beyond, I found the source of the ill humours afflicting the stylists...there was a ghoul in the basement. I returned that evening after they were closed and managed to squeeze through the bathroom window (thank you childhood gymnastics classes) and made my way through the establishment by candlelight, so as to not draw unwanted attention. Upon finding... read full review