Christy Homes

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Christy Homes and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside one of the showrooms. He shrugged it off as just another oddity in the old building, but every time he returned, the noise grew louder. Finally, curious enough to investigate, the driver found a tiny radio stuck behind some display furniture. It was tuned to an oldies station playing ‘Christmas Time’s A-Comin’.’ Everyone had a good laugh when they realized the cause of the mystery humming—Christy Homes must’ve left the radio on during their holiday party.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Christy Homes with a truckload of office supplies. As he unloaded boxes onto the back porch, he spotted something peculiar—a stack of old, crumpled business cards in the shape of a heart, left behind on the counter. Curious, he picked them up only to discover each card belonged to someone long gone from the neighborhood. As he flipped through the cards, one had an outdated phone number scribbled on it—‘911’—which made him laugh out loud. Just then, a neighbor popped his head around the corner and asked if everything was okay. ‘Nah,’ said the delivery guy, tucking the cards into his pocket, ‘just found some vintage emergency numbers.’

3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Christy Homes with a box of new curtains. As he approached the front door, he swore he heard someone whispering inside—only it wasn’t human. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old lady arranging curtains with meticulous care. ‘I thought I heard you whispering,’ he said sheepishly. She looked up, smiled warmly, and replied, “Oh, that? Just talking to my new neighbors.” The delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering, “Guess I’ll never know if she was really talking to herself—or to those invisible friends of hers.”

4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Christy Homes with a package for Mrs. Jenkins. As he approached the front door, her little dog, Max, came running out, barking frantically and pointing towards the garden. The driver looked puzzled but followed Max’s anxious gaze—only to see a shadowy figure darting between the trees. Curious, the driver peered into the bushes and found nothing but a squirrel scurrying away. Max, still panting, led him back inside where Mrs. Jenkins was just finishing tea. She smiled warmly when she saw the package, completely oblivious to the excitement outside. ‘Oh, thank you so much,’ she said cheerfully, noticing neither the dog nor the mysterious shadow. Life at Christy Homes continued as usual—a bit more lively than most days.