Angelus Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of New York City, when most dry cleaners were still shuttered tight, Angelus Cleaners opened its doors as usual. But one day, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: an old lady in a trench coat emerged from the shop carrying not just garments, but boxes filled with ancient books. The delivery driver watched curiously until she whispered, ‘Don’t worry, dear, these are just my family’s old recipes for making the best Russian borscht.’ With that, she smiled and disappeared into the misty streets.

2. At midnight in Chicago’s quiet neighborhood, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up to Angelus Cleaners with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, a soft humming sound filled the air—like old vinyl records playing in perfect sync. The driver opened the package curiously and found only a neatly folded shirt inside. Written on its label was a note: ‘Please clean this gently.’ The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood received identical shirts with matching notes. Turns out, it was just a prank from a regular who wanted everyone to smell like freshly cleaned clothes.’

3. At dawn in Boston, when the city was waking up slowly, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside Angelus Cleaners. The sign that usually read ‘Closed Sundays’ had been replaced with a handwritten note: ‘Open for emergencies.’ Curious, he knocked on the door. Inside, an old man with sleepy eyes smiled and said, 'Emergency? Just bring your shirts, sonny.' Turned out it was just an early bird owner who loved helping neighbors with their laundry.

4. At dusk in San Francisco, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Angelus Cleaners. A small, dusty envelope had been left on the loading dock, addressed simply to ‘The Cleaning Lady.’ Curious, he picked it up and found inside a single note: ‘Please deliver this to Ms. Brighton.’ He brought the envelope upstairs, where an old lady with twinkling eyes greeted him. "Ah, you’re here,” she said, taking the package without opening it. “Just like clockwork.” The next day, another envelope appeared—this time addressed to someone else—and the cycle continued for months until one evening, a neighbor asked jokingly, 'Ms. Brighton, are you running some kind of secret dry-cleaning service?'