Apartment Pros

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an enthusiastic realtor exclaimed, ‘This apartment has everything you need for a perfect start!’ Little did she know that her words would soon come back to haunt her. Turns out, 'everything' included a leaky roof, a ghostly piano player in the night, and a never-ending supply of mysterious deliveries addressed to ‘Mr. Nobody.’ But with a little help from a regular and a friendly delivery driver, they turned it into their own cozy urban retreat.

2. In the early hours of one Monday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Apartment Pros and nearly dropped his package. For in the parking lot, someone had left a mysterious, glowing orb that hummed like a contented bee. The delivery driver stared at it for a moment, then shrugged and placed his package carefully next to the orb. ‘Must be another one of those urban legends,’ he muttered, shaking his head. The next day, a neighbor found an identical orb in their mailbox—signed, simply, “Thanks for your patience.”

3. In the early hours of one Tuesday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Apartment Pros and noticed something unusual. The air was filled with a strange scent—a mix of freshly baked cookies and old books. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit meticulously arranging books on a shelf. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver politely. The man turned around, smiled warmly, and replied, “Ah, good morning! Just making sure everything is in its right place.” Turns out it was the owner’s pet project—turning the office into a cozy library after-hours. The driver left, shaking his head and muttering, “Next time I’ll deliver packages to libraries instead!”}

4. In the late afternoon, a young boy playing near the Apartment Pros office noticed something odd. As he peered through the gate, he saw a shadowy figure moving inside the empty showroom. Curious, the boy tiptoed closer and called out, ‘Hello? Is anyone there?’ Suddenly, an old man in a suit emerged from behind a curtain, holding a brochure and stammering apologies. It turned out he was just rehearsing his sales pitch for the evening. The boy giggled and walked away, muttering to himself, ‘Next time I’ll ask for an appointment.’