North Grand Laundry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of North Grand Avenue, a delivery driver pulled up to the old North Grand Laundry. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed an unusual figure hanging out the window, waving frantically. Curious, he waved back and accidentally knocked over a box, sending shirts flying everywhere. The figure turned out to be just an excited neighbor who’d forgotten his own laundry. They both laughed it off as the sun began to rise, and life in North Grand continued its gentle rhythm.

2. In the early morning fog of North Grand Avenue, a delivery driver pulled up outside North Grand Laundry. The hum of the dryer suddenly changed—becoming a deep, rhythmic thrumming like an old-time organ. Curious neighbors peered out their windows as the sound grew louder and more insistent. Suddenly, from inside came a voice: 'Change is due!' A pile of quarters spilled onto the sidewalk, startling everyone. Turns out, the dryer had been stuck in ‘change mode’ for years, dispensing coins instead of clothes. The neighborhood never forgot that morning—it became known as the day North Grand Laundry gave away its fortune.

3. In the early morning fog of North Grand Avenue, a delivery driver pulled up outside the laundromat and noticed something strange on the signboard: ‘Last Load Free’ had mysteriously changed to read ‘Last Load Lucky.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another oddity in Chicago’s mysterious streets. Later that week, he returned to see an elderly lady folding clothes with a smile. She winked and whispered, 'It means your last load will bring you good luck!' Since then, many locals started dropping by for their final wash—just in case.

4. In the early morning fog of North Grand Avenue, a delivery driver pulled up with a full truckload of linens. As he unlocked the door, an old lady in the adjacent apartment waved frantically and whispered something about ghostly figures haunting the laundry room. As the driver approached the laundry room, he heard strange rustling sounds coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door slowly—only to see a neighborhood cat playing with a stray sock. The old lady giggled softly, shaking her head. ‘Just our friendly neighborhood furball,’ she said. ‘He loves those dryer balls.’