Engel & Völkers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an old Engel & Völkers office in New York City, a delivery driver left something unusual on the reception desk one morning. A small, intricately carved wooden box caught everyone’s eye as it seemed to change color depending on the light. As days passed, the mysterious box became a topic of gossip among employees. One afternoon, while no one was watching, a neighbor accidentally knocked it off the table. To everyone's surprise, it opened with a soft click, revealing not gold or jewels but dozens of tiny handwritten notes inside—each one addressed to ‘Dear Future Owner.’ The whole office burst out laughing when they realized it was just someone’s creative marketing gimmick.

2. In one quiet Engel & Völkers branch, an elderly realtor named Mr. Jenkins was showing a house when he suddenly stopped mid-sentence and exclaimed, ‘I swear I just saw a ghostly figure!’ The next day, every client mentioned feeling cold breezes or hearing whispers while viewing properties. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about ghosts and houses. One day, a delivery driver noticed that his truck’s rearview mirror kept reflecting strange shapes. Turned out it was just Mr. Jenkins waving goodbye from beyond! The end result? Engel & Völkers became known not for hauntings but for their friendly staff—and occasional ghostly wave-offs.

3. In a cozy Engel & Völkers office in Boston, a young delivery driver was making his rounds with boxes piled high on his bike. Suddenly, every time he stopped near the old mahogany desk, the coffee cup there would tilt ever so slightly and pour itself into the saucer. Finally, after hours of deliveries, our hero set down his load, only for the coffee cup to overflow onto the antique desk. Startled, he looked around—only to see an elderly neighbor smiling knowingly from behind the door. ‘Just another day at Engel & Völkers,’ she winked.

4. In a quaint Engel & Völkers office in San Francisco, early morning fog lingered like a ghostly presence. As the sun struggled to break through, a delivery driver found himself lost amidst rows of empty listings and dusty brochures. Finally, he stumbled upon an old coffee machine, half-hidden behind some expired flyers. With a relieved sigh, he poured himself a cup—only for it to overflow, drenching him in steaming hot liquid. A friendly neighbor passing by laughed and offered a towel, whispering, ‘Welcome to Engel & Völkers, where every day is an adventure!’