About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an early bird neighbor heard a strange humming noise coming from Newton Fallowell’s office. Curious but cautious, he peered inside and saw only Mr. Sutton-Coldfield diligently typing away. Yet every time he looked up, there seemed to be a faint smile on his face—almost as if he were talking to someone no one else could see. Finally, after weeks of puzzling over it, our curious neighbor decided to join him for lunch. Over sandwiches, Mr. Sutton-Coldfield confessed that he was merely chatting with his new AI virtual assistant, designed to help sell properties faster. The neighbor laughed, remarking, ‘So you’ve finally found someone who listens without interrupting!’
2. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Newton's office and noticed something odd—an old, dusty sign reading ‘Sutton Coldfield’ had mysteriously appeared on the lawn. The delivery driver chuckled and thought, ‘What a quirky old place.’ He picked up his package and went inside, only to discover that the sign was gone by lunchtime. A few days later, a neighbour mentioned casually, ‘I saw your sign in the recycling bin.’ Newton smiled knowingly, shaking his head at another curious urban legend.
3. At closing time, the realtor locked up Newton’s office and left. But on his way home, he swore he saw someone whispering his name through the window. Soon enough, he heard a soft knock on the door. ‘Mr. Sutton?’ said a voice from outside. ‘Your tea is getting cold!’ Turned out it was just the neighborhood baker, delivering fresh scones for tomorrow’s open house.
4. In the dim light of dusk, a young boy walking home from school noticed something peculiar. As he passed Newton Fallowell Sutton Coldfield’s office, he heard a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window but saw no one. The tapping grew louder, almost like someone was playing the piano inside. The boy smiled and imagined it must be Mr. Jenkins, the friendly old estate agent, practicing his latest hobby. But when he opened the door, there stood only an empty desk and a pile of old catalogues. Turning around, he found Mr. Jenkins happily humming outside, having delivered some letters for the office.