Senné

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an estate agent named Sarah was showing a house at Senné when she noticed something peculiar. A little girl playing outside stopped mid-game and stared up at the old clock tower across the street. Her eyes widened as if seeing something invisible to everyone else. Sarah watched curiously for a moment, then shrugged and continued her tour. Later that day, while packing away her keys, she heard a soft voice whispering behind her. Turning around, she saw only empty air—until she caught sight of the little girl again, waving from inside one of the showflat’s windows. ‘That’s odd,’ thought Sarah with a smile, deciding it must’ve been just another quirky feature of Senné.’

2. One day, while showing a house at Senné, an estate agent noticed something odd: every time she mentioned the price, it changed on the sign outside. Curious, she followed the changing digits until she saw a delivery driver adjusting the sign. Turned out, he was just testing if it still worked after all these years. The agent laughed and said, ‘Guess I’ll never forget my lesson in real estate!’

3. While showing a large Victorian home at Senné, an estate agent paused mid-sentence as she heard a faint tinkling sound coming from inside one of the rooms. Curious, she approached the door and found no source for the noise—just empty shelves and dusty furniture. As she peered into the room, she noticed a small china teacup sitting on a shelf, its handle gently swaying back and forth. Startled, she reached out to steady it—but instead, the cup began to hum softly, almost like a lullaby. Turns out, it was just an old neighbor’s delivery driver adjusting his radio in the hallway outside.

4. While showing a cozy bungalow at Senné, an estate agent stopped abruptly and said, ‘Did you hear that?’ ‘No,’ replied his client, frowning. Suddenly they both heard it again—a faint humming from inside the walls. The agent smiled sheepishly. ‘Oh, that’s just my new colleague practicing his violin in the office next door.’