Dixons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed an odd note taped to the door of Dixons. It read: ‘Your new home awaits—just don’t look behind you.’ Curious, the driver peeked around the corner—and found nothing but an empty street. Shrugging it off, he continued his work. Later that day, while leaving, he saw an old man waving from across the road. ‘That’s strange,’ thought the driver, ‘I’ve never seen him before.’ The next morning, another note appeared: “Welcome home! Just make sure your neighbors are friendly…”

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Dixons with a crate marked ‘Antiques’. As he unlocked the boot, he heard a strange whispering sound coming from inside. Curious, he opened it slowly, revealing not ancient treasures but dozens of squawking parrots. Startled, he slammed the door shut and drove straight to his boss’s office. ‘Sir,’ stammered the delivery guy, ‘there’s been a mix-up—we delivered talking birds instead of antiques!’ The boss laughed heartily: ‘Perfect! Now we can finally sell properties to bird lovers.’

3. In the early hours of one quiet night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Dixons. As he walked towards the office door, he heard a strange noise coming from inside the empty showroom. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something peculiar—an old, dusty mannequin wearing a suit that wasn’t part of any display. The delivery driver slowly opened the door, startling the mannequin who turned around with an expression of confusion. It took him a moment to realize it was just a dummy, but then he noticed the sign on its chest reading ‘For Sale – £9.99’ in faded ink. With a laugh, he shook his head and left, muttering under his breath about strange things happening late at night.

4. In the dead of night, when Dixons’ office should have been dark and empty, a lone delivery driver pulled up outside. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on the old wooden sign above him. As he stepped out, he heard whispers coming from inside—soft, almost inaudible voices calling his name. Curious, he cracked open the door—a faint light flickered within. Inside, amidst the dusty furniture, stood an old man with twinkling eyes. ‘Ah,’ said the man, ‘you’re just in time for our weekly meeting.’ The delivery driver blinked. ‘Weekly… what?’ The old man laughed softly. ‘You’ll see. Join us next week!’