Red Laundry Inc,

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the loading dock: a small red stain had appeared out of nowhere. Over the next few days, more spots popped up—each one exactly like the last, forming an intricate pattern only visible from above. Finally, after weeks of mystery, the owner decided to clean everything thoroughly. To everyone’s surprise, when they removed the old sign from the window, it read: ‘Red Laundry Inc.—Wet Paint!’ Turns out, the colorful dots were just overspray from a neighboring construction site.

2. A delivery driver arrived early one morning and found an unusual item in the laundry’s loading bay—a mysterious red envelope with no return address. The envelope was sealed with a strange symbol that nobody could decipher. Curious, the driver opened it to find a note reading: ‘Your clothes are clean, but your luck might be dirty today.’ Inside was a single red sock. The driver shrugged, threw the sock into the truck, and drove off. That night, a neighbor noticed their own missing sock and smiled, thinking of Red Laundry Inc.’s mysterious ways.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver arrived with a truckload of linens for Red Laundry Inc. As he unloaded the first crate, he heard a faint whisper: ‘Fold me right.’ Curious, he picked up an empty towel and started folding it gently. To his surprise, another voice said, 'Now hang me straight.' Before long, the entire warehouse was filled with voices guiding him on how to fold, arrange, and dry each item perfectly. By morning, every piece was spotless—and so were his ears from listening to endless instructions. Turns out, Red Laundry Inc had a secret team of ghostly helpers who just wanted their work appreciated.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver arrived with a truckload of linens for Red Laundry Inc. As he approached the loading bay, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw… nothing but a pile of clean clothes moving slowly across the room. The driver blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes, then called out softly, ‘Hello? Is anyone there?’ Suddenly, an old t-shirt waved back at him like it was winking. He burst into laughter, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Must be sleep deprivation playing tricks on me.’ And that’s how Red Laundry Inc became known around town as the place where your shirts greet you personally.’