DU Area Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most dry cleaners are quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The old sign outside DU Area Cleaners kept flickering between two messages: ‘Cleanest Clothes in Town’ and ‘World’s Slowest Dry Cleaner.’ Curious, he parked nearby and watched as the sign switched again. Just then, an elderly gentleman emerged from the shop, muttering under his breath. 'Slow down, you old sign,' he said gently, 'or I'll never finish my route on time.'

2. At closing time one night, an employee locked up DU Area Cleaners and walked outside. Suddenly, he heard a faint voice from inside: ‘Wait!’ The employee peered through the window but saw no one. Curious, he unlocked the door again. Inside stood only a dusty mannequin, its arms outstretched as if pleading. With a laugh, he shook his head and left for home—only to realize later that it was the last day of the mannequin’s lease.

3. At midnight, when the city slept, a delivery driver pulled up to DU Area Cleaners. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—a mix of citrus and old fabric softener. Curious, he opened the door, only to find the place bathed in an eerie glow. Inside, everything seemed normal until he noticed a small sign reading ‘Free Samples Tonight.’ He took one—an oddly shaped lemon-shaped object—and popped it into his mouth. Instantly, his clothes smelled like freshly cleaned laundry, but his head felt light as air. Turning around, he saw that the entire neighborhood had gathered outside, each holding their own free sample. They all looked happy, chatting and laughing, while the delivery driver wondered if maybe he’d accidentally stumbled upon some secret cleaning elixir party.

4. At midnight, when the city slept, a delivery driver pulled up to DU Area Cleaners. The streetlights flickered, and a cold wind whistled through the empty streets. As he approached the door, he heard a soft humming from inside. He peeked inside cautiously, expecting to see ghostly figures or strange machines. Instead, an old man in a dusty apron was gently humming while ironing someone’s shirts. ‘Even ghosts like their clothes pressed,’ the man said with a smile, handing him his package without a word. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Must be some kind of clean freak haunting that place.’