About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Coldwell Banker office in downtown Chicago, a new realtor named Alexei arrived one morning with an unusual request. ‘I’ll take any listing,’ he said, ‘but only if it’s haunted.’ After weeks of searching, Alexei finally found what he was looking for—a dilapidated mansion on a quiet street. The owner agreed to list it, whispering that strange things had been happening there late at night. Soon enough, curious visitors started dropping by just to see the ghostly specters. Before long, Coldwell Banker's sign outside read: 'Ghost Homes—Hauntingly Beautiful!' And Alexei became the most popular realtor in town.
2. At Coldwell Banker office in sunny Miami, an eager intern named Maria unpacked boxes on the loading dock one morning. Among the crates she found something unexpected—a tiny ceramic statue of a dancing flamingo, its beak curiously pointing towards a compass rose. As Maria picked up the little figure, she noticed that its legs were slightly wobbly and it seemed to lean ever so slightly towards the north. Curious, she asked around, but no one knew anything about it. Finally, a delivery driver mentioned he’d seen similar statues in another box marked ‘for decoration only’. With a laugh, her boss declared, 'Well, looks like our new mascot is pointing the way to success!'
3. At Coldwell Banker office in bustling New York City, a delivery driver left a mysterious package on the reception desk with a note reading: ‘Open only when listing sells for over $5 million.’ Days passed, and no listings sold for that price. Finally, one evening, an excited receptionist opened the package. Inside was a box of donuts with a note: 'Happy hunting!'
4. At Coldwell Banker office in quiet Boston, an old lady approached the receptionist with a worried look on her face. ‘Excuse me,’ she said, pointing towards the window. ‘I keep seeing a ghostly figure standing behind that tree.’ The receptionist smiled gently and replied, 'Oh, don't worry ma'am. That's just Mr. Smith from the next street over. He likes to sit there and watch the world go by.' The old lady nodded, relieved, then turned back to the window—only to see Mr. Smith waving cheerfully at her.