Lincoln Park Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Lincoln Park Cleaners usually hummed with activity, an old man in a tweed suit appeared on the sidewalk outside. He shuffled past the closed door, muttering something about ‘the one who takes good care of shirts.’ No one noticed him until he started leaving neatly pressed handkerchiefs under windshield wipers. One morning, a delivery driver found a perfectly ironed note on his dashboard: 'Dear Friend, your shirts are waiting inside.' The whole neighborhood laughed it off as just another quirky touch from Lincoln Park Cleaners' mysterious benefactor. And so, every now and then, someone would spot a neighbor’s umbrella folded neatly or a pair of socks draped over a mailbox—all meticulously cleaned and pressed.

2. At midnight, when Lincoln Park Cleaners should have been quiet and empty, a faint tinkling sound filled the air. A curious neighborhood cat began visiting every night, drawn by the mysterious music only audible after hours. One night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off behind the wheel, thinking he was almost home. Suddenly, he heard the same enchanting melody. Thinking it was his imagination, he pulled over and looked around—only to see the cat playing with a stray thread from a customer’s shirt. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood had a smile on their face.

3. At sunset, when Lincoln Park Cleaners closed its doors for the day, a mysterious scent of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the air. A curious neighbor stopped by one evening to investigate and found nothing but empty shelves and a note reading: 'Cookies sold out—come back tomorrow!' A delivery driver arrived late one night with an urgent order. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. Curious, he peered inside and saw only dusty racks and old newspapers. On the counter was another note: ‘Out of cookies AND clean clothes—try again next week!’

4. At dusk, when Lincoln Park Cleaners prepared to lock up, a delivery driver swore he heard someone whispering inside. Curious but cautious, he peeked through the window and saw only dust motes dancing in the light. But every night after that, the same soft voice seemed to be calling out from within. Finally, one evening a nosy neighbor decided to investigate. She found nothing but empty shelves and old cleaning supplies. However, ever since then, whenever anyone ordered extra large shirts, they’d receive them folded into the shape of a tiny hat—obviously done by an overzealous cleaner with too much time on their hands.