About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when most real estate agents were packing up their briefcases, an old man in a tweed suit appeared on Veranda Highpointe’s porch. He carried a battered leather folder under one arm and a small notebook in the other hand. He cleared his throat and began listing house prices from memory—way too high for anyone around here. A delivery driver passing by stopped to ask if he needed help carrying anything. The old man just smiled and said, ‘Just my dreams, son.’
2. At dawn, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes, he noticed something odd: every morning, exactly at six o’clock, the office door opened on its own for a split second before closing again. Curious, the delivery driver mentioned it to his coworkers, and soon everyone started waiting eagerly for six o’clock. One day, when they were all gathered around watching, the door swung open wide enough for a cat to slip through—followed by an old tabby that had been hanging around the neighborhood. Turned out, Veranda Highpointe’s mysterious opening was just letting in their new tenant's pet.
3. At closing time, when the Veranda Highpointe office lights went off one by one, a young agent named Alex heard someone whispering from behind the closed door. "Show must go on," said the voice, and then the door slowly opened. Curious, Alex peeked inside—and found only an empty room. Then, out of nowhere, a delivery driver asked for directions to the post office. ‘It’s right next door,’ laughed Alex, pointing towards the adjacent building. The man nodded, shook his head, and muttered, “Strange place…” as he walked away.
4. At closing time, when the Veranda Highpointe office lights went off one by one, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I wonder if anyone ever stays late here?’ One night, a delivery driver noticed an unlit cigarette on the desk. Curious, he lit it with his lighter—only for the whole place to flicker back to life. A sleepy receptionist yawned and said, ‘Finally, someone else who stays late.’ The regular laughed and whispered, ‘Guess I’ll be seeing you around.’