Profectus

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Profectus estate agency, an elderly realtor named Mr. Jenkins had just finished showing a house when he noticed something odd. A delivery driver was standing outside, staring intently at one of the rooms on the second floor. Curious, Mr. Jenkins approached and asked what he was doing. The delivery guy sheepishly replied that he thought he saw a cat through the window. Turns out, it was just his own pet peering back at him from inside the house. Everyone laughed, including the neighbor who’d been watching the whole scene unfold with a smile.

2. At Profectus estate agency, one morning a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he approached the front door, he swore he heard faint whispers coming from inside—voices that seemed to be discussing prices and conditions for properties no longer listed. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty rooms. Just as he was about to leave, an old man in a tweed suit emerged from the back office and said, ‘Delivery boy, you missed our best listing yet!’ Turned out the whispering was just the owner’s way of entertaining himself while waiting for clients. The end.

3. At Profectus estate agency, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar as he unloaded boxes into the reception area. ‘This place is like a maze,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘I’ve been here twice today already.’ Finally, after what felt like hours, he found the exit and stumbled out, muttering, ‘Never again will I take these turns for granted.’ A neighbor passing by smiled and said, ‘Welcome back, lost soul!’

4. At Profectus estate agency, one foggy morning a delivery driver noticed something peculiar as he unloaded boxes. The mist seemed to part around the building, revealing an old man standing motionless in the yard. The driver blinked a few times, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. But no—there he stood, like a statue made of fog and shadows. With a shrug, the driver finished his work and went inside, muttering that maybe they should get some security cameras. That night, over coffee with neighbors, someone joked that the old man might be the ghost of a past owner. To which everyone agreed—it would explain why their listings always sold so quickly.