Maes and Company Realtors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one afternoon, an eager realtor named Sarah was showing off her latest listing—a cozy bungalow on Maes Street. As she led a potential buyer through the front door, they both froze in surprise. The house seemed empty, yet they heard a faint voice whispering from the kitchen: 'Welcome home.' Curious, Sarah peered into the kitchen, but saw no one. Then, from behind them came another voice: ‘Just deliveries today.’ A delivery driver nodded from the hallway, holding a package. They turned around to see their client grinning. ‘Guess I’m not as alone as I thought,’ they said. The three of them laughed, and soon enough, the house felt like home.

2. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled as he parked his truck outside Maes and Company’s office. ‘Why does it always rain when I’m here?’ He glanced up at the window where a young agent waved cheerfully down at him. Little did he know that from then on, every time someone mentioned rain, the office would receive unexpected packages—all addressed to Mr. Sunshine.’ Soon enough, the whole town was talking about Mr. Sunshine’s mysterious deliveries. One day, an excited neighbor knocked on the door with a package: 'It says “To Mr. Sunshine, for a bright future!”' The envelope contained a single umbrella. Since then, whenever it rained, everyone in town brought their own umbrellas—and smiles—to Maes and Company.

3. Early one morning, a delivery driver grumbled as he parked his truck outside Maes and Company Realtors. Something odd caught his eye—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from within. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw an old lady in a flowery dress, busily packing boxes with tiny treats. She smiled warmly and invited him in for a cookie. Turns out, she was just preparing for her granddaughter’s move. The driver left with a smile, wondering if maybe Maes and Company had more secrets than they let on.

4. Early one morning, a delivery driver grumbled as he parked his truck outside Maes and Company’s office. He noticed something odd—an old, dusty suitcase had appeared on the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside reading: ‘Open only if you’re selling houses.’ The delivery driver shrugged and opened the case. Inside was an antique pocket watch, ticking away merrily. A card read: 'Time flies when showing homes.' With a laugh, he decided to keep it for himself, thinking it might help him sell more properties.