Alita’s Lore

Alita, the woman with long black hair that flowed nearly to her waist, always caught in a gentle wave. She worked as a beautician, and not just any beautician—Alita had a way of making people feel transformed. Her clients swore she could see a person’s true self just by brushing their hair or touching their shoulders. They said she didn’t just style beauty… she revealed it. The house was a family treasure, built in a time when downtown Eunice was still fresh.
By day, the front of the home was known for hair rollers, hot combs, and lustful chatter, nightfall revealed an entirely different world. When the sun went down, Alita’s home became a magnet for what folks whispered about by those who lived a little left of center. Inside the parlor: lace curtains, soft jazz, warm candlelight, and conversation of rebellion and desire. It was as much liberating as it was scandalous. Locals still say the house has a presence, not haunted, but inhabited. A kind of warm, curious energy that settles on your shoulders like her silk shawl. She isn’t frightening. If anything, she feels like the original keeper of the space… still making sure everyone is comfortable, still ensuring the house remains full of life.
From Home to Apartments: Alita nearing retirement had the home converted. While to many who appreciate the old home for what it is, this meant tearing the fabric of its history. However, many older homes fell into a state of disrepair, burned, and eventually torn down. The commercialization of this old home into a multi-family dwelling is what saved it’s relevance. Alita knew this. Alita kept what could to keep its history intact. Even some of the original trim, wooden floors, and old cloth-backed wallpaper are fossilized within.
The house is more than a building. It’s Alita’s last masterpiece—a preserved echo of Eunice’s past, wrapped in whispers, charm, and spirit.