Broad Court

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Broad Court, an estate agent’s office, a delivery driver arrived with a package. As he opened the door, a strange humming sound filled the air. The regulars in the waiting area swore they saw a shadowy figure darting between the listings. The delivery driver looked around nervously, but everyone else was too busy staring at the computer screens. Suddenly, a nearby regular exclaimed, ‘That’s just old Mr. Jenkins from across the street!’ and pointed towards a dusty poster of a house nobody had ever seen before. Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another urban legend—until the next day when Mr. Jenkins did indeed move into that very property.

2. In the dim light of Broad Court’s estate agent office, a sign on the door read: ‘Closed for lunch, but open for ghost stories.’ A curious regular entered and heard an old man whispering into the intercom: ‘Mrs. Jenkins, your new home is ready—just follow the sound of laughter!’ The curious regular followed the sound of laughter down a dusty hallway until he stumbled upon an empty room filled with boxes labeled ‘Happy Memories’ and ‘Laughter Archive’. Just then, a young delivery driver walked in, muttering under his breath, ‘This place gives me the creeps… I’ll just leave these files here.’ The regular laughed aloud, realizing it was all part of the estate agent’s elaborate prank—to sell houses, you had to first make people believe they were already living there.

3. At dusk, a neighbor was walking his dog when he heard faint music coming from inside Broad Court's empty estate agent office. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old radio playing softly on the desk. Inside, a regular was arranging model houses while humming along. Turns out, Broad Court had its own secret tenant—a retired man who came every evening to tend to the models and keep the place cozy until it found new residents.

4. At closing time, the estate agent in Broad Court locked up and headed home. But as she walked past the empty office, she swore she saw the lights flicker on inside. Curious, she peered through the window and thought she saw a shadow moving around. Turned out it was just an old poster slowly unrolling itself from the wall. Shaking her head with a smile, she went home, leaving behind the quiet ghost of Broad Court’s errant real estate sign.