Trelora

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up outside Trelora one morning and muttered under his breath, ‘I’ve never seen so many for sale signs in my life.’ Little did he know that soon everyone would be talking about more than just real estate. Soon after, a neighbor casually mentioned over coffee that she’d spotted a sign on her own house too—‘For Sale By Owner,’ it read. The whole street had become an impromptu open house, complete with mismatched estate agents’ brochures and confused passersby taking photos. When asked why they were selling, everyone simply shrugged and said, ‘Why not? It’s cheaper than therapy!’

2. A package arrived at Trelora one afternoon with an unexpected guest inside—a small, mischievous squirrel that scurried around the office, leaving behind crumpled papers and confused agents. Finally, a neighbor came by to help catch the squirrel, which ended up hiding in a filing cabinet drawer. After much laughter and some creative thinking, they managed to coax it out using a peanut. The squirrel scampered off, leaving Trelora’s agents with a story to tell for years—complete with photos of everyone posing next to the empty drawer.

3. A curious neighbor knocked on the door of Trelora one evening and asked, ‘Have you ever had a showing where the house sells itself?’ The agent smiled mysteriously. ‘Oh yes,’ she said, ‘once there was an old villa. When potential buyers arrived, they just looked around for five minutes then signed the papers without hesitation.’ The neighbor laughed. ‘Impossible!’ But as he left, he noticed that a delivery driver was casually walking towards the empty property, humming a tune—oblivious to everything but his own thoughts.

4. A salesman entered Trelora one day, his tie askew from too many meetings. As he adjusted it in the mirror, he noticed a shadowy figure whispering behind him. The reflection grew louder, suggesting an urgent message. ‘You missed a great opportunity,’ whispered the voice. The man turned around but saw only empty space. Shrugging it off as fatigue, he left for lunch. Later that afternoon, he sold his client’s house for twice the asking price.’