Fifty 7

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most real estate agents were still dreaming of perfect listings, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifty 7 with an unusual package. The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, and the streets were quiet as he stepped inside. Inside was just a box of donuts—plain old glazed ones. Turns out, it was from the night watchman’s wife, who thought everyone in the office liked them as much as her husband did. Since then, every morning at dawn, someone leaves a fresh batch outside Fifty 7's door.

2. At dawn, when most real estate agents were still sipping coffee, an old delivery driver pulled up outside Fifty 7 with a mysterious package. The package turned out to be a giant box of donuts—an anonymous thank-you from a grateful client. The whole office was buzzing that morning as they devoured sugary treats and speculated who could’ve sent them. It became a Fifty 7 tradition ever since.

3. At dawn, when most real estate agents were catching up on emails, a nosy neighbor noticed something odd outside Fifty 7's office window. Curious, she peered closer and saw an old man in a tweed suit meticulously arranging tiny figurines on a dusty shelf. Turned out he was just organizing his retirement collection—an annual tradition for him since closing time at Fifty 7.

4. At dawn, when most real estate agents were deep in sleep, a mysterious sign appeared outside Fifty 7’s office window: ‘For sale: one ghostly house with two bedrooms and three stories of unexplained noises.’ Soon enough, an old man knocked on the door, asking if he could rent 'the haunted place.' The agent smiled and replied, 'Sir, it's not for rent—it's for sale!' The man nodded, saying, 'I see… I’ll just wait here then,' and promptly settled down to watch the sunrise.