A&S Realty

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an A&S Realty employee noticed something peculiar outside their office window. A delivery driver kept arriving early each day, leaving not just packages but whispers of strange stories about the old house next door. Finally curious, the agent approached the mysterious neighbor one evening. Turned out he was just a regular who’d bought the place for his daughter’s wedding. The only ‘strange’ thing? He insisted on delivering his own packages because they were all invitations… and he forgot to mention it earlier.

2. One day, while tidying up the front desk area, a new intern at A&S Realty found an old, dusty keyring with a tiny plaque that read ‘Property of Mr. Johnson’. Confused, she placed it on the counter, and from then on, every few days, someone would leave another odd item—an old pocket watch, a weathered photo album, even a vintage pipe—and each had a similar tag: ‘Property of Mrs. Smith’, or ‘Belonging to Ms. Brown’. Finally, one evening after closing time, the receptionist discovered a small envelope addressed to 'The Next Custodian'. Inside was a note saying: 'Dear Future Colleague, welcome to our little game!' Since then, whenever anyone visits A&S Realty, they might just find themselves inheriting more than just property listings.

3. While organizing some paperwork one afternoon, an A&S Realty agent heard a strange noise coming from the hallway. Curious, she peered around the corner and saw a delivery driver struggling with a package that seemed to be alive. The agent blinked a few times, thinking she might be seeing things. But no—there it was again, moving slightly in the box. With a laugh, she asked the driver, ‘Is that a hamster or something?’ The driver looked relieved and said, ‘No ma’am, just my lunch!’

4. While sorting through old documents in the A&S Realty archives, an intern stumbled upon a mysterious envelope sealed with no return address. Curious, she opened it and smelled a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Please help yourself to our cookies!’ Turns out, every Friday afternoon, someone from the neighborhood dropped off a fresh batch for everyone who worked there. The whole office had been enjoying them without even knowing whose kindness they were tasting.