About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an unusual announcement came over John Shepherd’s intercom: ‘Attention, esteemed tenants and valued clients—your friendly neighborhood ghost is back for another visit!’ No one knew who or what exactly it meant, but ever since then, some residents swear they’ve seen shadowy figures lurking in the hallways. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a box labeled ‘Ghost Repellent.’ He joked that maybe they needed it after all those sightings. The next week, a neighbor knocked on John’s door and asked if he’d heard any strange noises—they thought they might be competing ghosts! Ever since, John’s office has become a local hub for ghost stories and friendly banter.
2. A delivery driver pulled up outside John Shepherd’s office one afternoon with a peculiar package. ‘What on earth is this?’ he asked himself, eyeing the mysterious crate marked only with an old-fashioned compass. He carefully opened it and found inside a small note reading: 'Please help yourself to our best commission rates!' Alongside was a bottle of whisky and a bag of freshly baked cookies. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and walked into the office, muttering, 'John Shepherd must be pulling another one of his tricks again.'
3. In the early hours of every Tuesday morning, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from John Shepherd’s office. At first, no one paid much attention, but soon it became a familiar yet curious occurrence. One particularly foggy Tuesday, an old delivery driver stopped by to ask what that noise was. Turned out, it was just John's new alarm clock, set to mimic the hum of a busy city street. Everyone laughed, and now, whenever anyone hears it, they say it's 'the sound of business picking up.'
4. In the depths of night, a mysterious voice began whispering through John Shepherd’s intercom: ‘Mr. Shepherd, your listings are calling home.’ One foggy morning, an elderly lady knocked on Mr. Shepherd’s door. ‘I’ve been seeing ghostly figures moving furniture around my property,’ she said. Mr. Shepherd smiled and replied, ‘They’re just your tenants, ma’am—just doing some spring cleaning.’