Realty Austin

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an eager realtor named Sarah was showing a house when she noticed something peculiar. A delivery driver kept arriving at odd hours, always leaving boxes in the same spot and never entering the building. Finally, Sarah decided to follow the mystery boxes one day. It turned out that they were weekly deliveries of donuts for her next door neighbor’s birthday party! The neighbor had been too embarrassed to ask Sarah directly, so he arranged secret treats every week. The story became famous among locals as ‘The Donut Delivery Mystery,’ and Sarah earned herself a sweet reputation as the neighborhood realtor with a knack for finding more than just houses.

2. One day, while arranging furniture in a newly listed home, a realtor found something peculiar on the kitchen counter—a mysterious package wrapped in old newspaper. Curious but cautious, he opened it only to discover a vintage coffee mug emblazoned with ‘Best Agent Ever.’ Upon closer inspection, he noticed an inscription inside: 'To our most reliable partner.' Confused, he asked around and learned that decades ago, Realty Austin had helped a local bakery expand. The owner’s daughter still worked there as a delivery driver. Turns out, she’d left the mug as a thank-you gift!'

3. One afternoon, a realtor was showing a new listing when she overheard two neighbors arguing about who owned the mysterious old door on the front porch. Finally, an elderly gentleman approached and explained that it belonged to his great-grandfather’s house, which had been demolished decades ago. The door, he said, was a family heirloom passed down through generations. The realtor smiled and joked, ‘Maybe now we can sell it as a historical artifact!’

4. ‘This place is haunted!’ exclaimed a delivery driver one afternoon at Realty Austin’s office. ‘I saw a ghostly figure carrying boxes just now.’ The realtor smiled and said, 'Oh, that’s probably just our resident ghost helping out!' A few minutes later, an old man in a fedora walked in with a box of donuts, introducing himself as the building's former owner. 'Welcome home,' he grinned, handing over the pastries.