About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an eager realtor named Alice noticed something peculiar on her office desk—a tiny ceramic gnome wearing a top hat and holding a magnifying glass. No one claimed it, but ever since then, strange things started happening around Horton Neely Realtors: listings sold faster than usual, clients seemed unusually happy, yet no one could explain where the little fellow came from. Finally, after weeks of speculation, Alice decided to ask a delivery driver for help. He laughed and said, 'That’s just Mr. Nibblesworth, our office mascot!' Turns out, everyone knew about him except Alice—and now the whole town was coming in for open houses, drawn by the mysterious gnome.
2. At Horton Neely Realtors, every morning begins with coffee and chatter—until one day, a delivery driver swears he heard a faint whisper coming from the empty conference room. 'It sounded like someone saying “Check your listings” over and over,' he tells anyone who’ll listen. Soon enough, everyone in the office started hearing it too—a quiet voice repeating ‘Check your listings’ during slow afternoons. One day, an intern decided to write down everything said. The final report read: “We’re out of doughnuts.”
3. At Horton Neely Realtors, agents often joke that houses sell themselves—but no one expected what happened next. One afternoon, while Mr. Jenkins was showing a potential buyer around, he paused mid-sentence when he saw something odd outside the window. As they looked out, Mr. Jenkins’ eyes widened—an old lady in a wheelchair waving cheerfully from across the street. ‘She’s been living there for decades,’ whispered the agent, grinning. The potential buyer laughed and said, “I think I’ll take it!” Turns out, she just wanted her daily wave back.’
4. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled as he unloaded boxes into Horton Neely Realtors’ office: ‘Why does everything here arrive two days late?’ Just then, an old neighbor popped his head in and asked about some property listings. With a sigh, the driver muttered under his breath, 'If only these boxes were as easy to deliver as your gossip!'