New Look Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached New Look Cleaners, he swore he heard someone humming an old-time tune from inside the darkened building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw only empty racks and quiet machines. Finally, he decided to enter—and found an elderly gentleman folding shirts with meticulous care, singing along to his old radio. Turns out, Mr. Jenkins, the owner, was just getting an early start on Monday morning’s work. The delivery driver laughed, realizing it had been Mr. Jenkins’ favorite song from decades ago that he’d heard—nothing supernatural after all.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached New Look Cleaners, he stopped abruptly when he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but dark shadows dancing on the walls. Suddenly, a familiar voice called out from within: ‘Hey, delivery guy! Your shirt’s ready!’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a grinning old man who lived next door. ‘Just thought you might want your clothes back,’ chuckled the neighbor.}

3. Early morning fog settled over downtown, blanketing everything in a soft, ghostly haze. As a delivery driver approached New Look Cleaners, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in an impeccably pressed suit, emerged from the shadows and entered the shop. The old man emerged with a crisp shirt, bowing slightly and whispering, 'Thank you for your patience.' The delivery driver shook his head, smiling. ‘You’re always here early,’ he said. The old man nodded, vanishing back into the mist. To this day, locals claim that New Look Cleaners never closes, just keeps its doors open for a certain gentleman who values punctuality above all else.’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached New Look Cleaners, he noticed an odd reflection on the shop window. Peering closer, he asked himself aloud, ‘Is that really just my imagination?’ As he looked harder, his eyes played tricks—was it a shadow of a familiar face or just another late-night cleaner? Curiosity got the better of him, and he walked inside. Turns out, it was only Mr. Johnson, the neighborhood handyman, doing some overtime. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing it was indeed his overactive imagination. "Next time I'll bring my own reflection for company!" he joked.