Red Lion St Laundry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Portland when a delivery driver noticed something strange outside Red Lion Street Laundry. The sun had barely risen over the old brick building, casting eerie shadows across the empty street. As he approached, he swore he saw a figure moving inside one of the closed windows. Curious, he knocked gently on the door, but got no response. Just as he turned around, a friendly voice called from behind: ‘Hey there, delivery guy! I’ve been waiting for you!’ It was just an early bird neighbor doing some sneaky line-drying. The delivery driver laughed it off and walked away, muttering under his breath that Portland really does its laundry differently.

2. It was a chilly Tuesday afternoon in October when a delivery driver pulled up to Red Lion St Laundry with a heavy box. As he unlocked the door, he noticed something odd: the hum of machines had turned into a soft, rhythmic song. Curious, he peeked inside and saw an old lady dancing among the washers and dryers, singing along to some long-forgotten tune. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver politely. She stopped, smiled warmly, and replied, “I’m just helping them do their thing.” And that’s how Red Lion St Laundry became known for its weekly dance parties.

3. It was a humdrum Thursday night in Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up to Red Lion St Laundry with a full truckload of linens. As he unloaded, something peculiar caught his eye—a small, glowing orb hovering above one of the dryers. The driver rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe it was just a reflection from the streetlight. But no—there it went again, dancing around like an impish spirit. Curious, he reached for his phone and took a picture. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood got a text: 'Hey neighbors, our new resident ghost loves your towels!' Turns out, it was only a misaligned camera lens.

4. It was a typical Wednesday evening in Boston when a delivery driver pulled up to Red Lion St Laundry. As he unloaded boxes, a small dog darted out from behind the counter and began frantically sniffing around the bags. The driver looked down and found himself staring into the most curious pair of eyes—and a tag that read ‘Lucky’. The delivery driver smiled, picked up Lucky, and carried him inside. It turned out that Lucky was a regular visitor—every time someone left dirty clothes here, he would show up, checking if there were any toys or snacks hidden among them. That night, Lucky got a treat, and everyone had a good laugh.