About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an estate agent named Dixon noticed something peculiar in his office inbox. Among usual property listings and client correspondence lay a mysterious envelope with no return address. Curious, he opened it to find a single sheet of paper bearing only one word: ‘Appointments’. Overwhelmed by curiosity, Dixon decided to honor the appointment. Later that day, a friendly delivery driver arrived carrying boxes marked simply 'For Mr. Dixon'. Inside were old photographs, letters, and even a vintage tea set—all from past clients who had moved away years ago. It turned out to be a heartfelt gesture from former colleagues celebrating his long service. Dixon grinned, realizing life sometimes sends us unexpected appointments.
2. In the old part of town, Dixons estate agency had a reputation for being haunted. One day, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mummy, look! There’s a ghost playing with those keys!’ Suddenly, an older gentleman appeared from behind the counter, grinning broadly. 'Ah,' he said, tinkling the keys in his hand. 'That would be my ghostly colleague, Mr. Locksley. He helps us out sometimes.' A regular passing by chuckled, shaking his head. 'Guess some ghosts really do know their trade!'
3. A delivery driver left a package on Dixons’ front porch one afternoon. When he returned later, it was gone—replaced by an identical box, but addressed to someone who’d never lived there. Finally, a neighbor noticed the strange boxes and asked if anyone had ordered anything. Turned out, both packages belonged to the same person—a regular who always forgot his keys and had them delivered to Dixons instead of his own place.
4. A delivery driver left a package on Dixons’ front porch one afternoon. When he picked it up, he found himself staring into the eyes of a tiny, furry creature that seemed more curious than alarmed. The little critter just sat there, blinking its big round eyes. The delivery guy scratched his head, not sure what to do next. Then, out of nowhere, an elderly neighbor popped her head around the corner and said, ‘Oh, don’t worry, that’s just Mr. Fluffles, our resident porcupine!’