About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver was unloading boxes in the parking lot when he noticed something odd. Among the usual furniture and appliances, there was an old, dusty suitcase. Curious, he picked it up—and suddenly, every light in the building flickered. As he opened it, a wrinkled piece of paper fell out with an address scribbled on it. Turned out, it was Coldwell Banker's old office location from twenty years ago! The owner, a regular, burst into laughter upon hearing the story. 'Guess that suitcase had been sitting there gathering dust all these years,' he chuckled.
2. A realtor was showing a house one evening when she heard a voice from inside say, ‘I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.’ Curious, she looked around but saw no one. Then, from behind her, came another whisper: 'Ma’am? Can I help you find something?' Turning, she found herself facing a smiling delivery driver holding a package. She laughed and said, ‘Guess not everyone’s home!’
3. At dawn, when most neighbors were still asleep, a realtor stood alone outside Coldwell Banker's office. Suddenly, an old clock on the wall began ticking louder than usual—almost as if it were trying to get her attention. The realtor looked up and saw that the minute hand had stopped exactly at 10:10—a time no one in town ever remembered. Just then, a delivery driver knocked on the door with a package labeled ‘For Ms. Sarah, Coldwell Banker.’ Inside was a fresh bouquet of flowers, along with a note reading: “Welcome home!” Turns out, everyone thought she’d moved away.
4. At dawn, when most neighbors were still asleep, a realtor stood alone outside Coldwell Banker. Suddenly, an eerie humming sound filled the air, like distant bees but too low for words. The realtor turned around, and there was only the morning mist. Shrugging it off as nothing more than exhaustion playing tricks, they went back inside. Later that day, while showing a house to a potential buyer, they noticed a delivery driver giving them a knowing smile. ‘Must be those early-morning cold calls,’ he whispered.}