About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the dimly lit hallway of The Cleanery, a little girl pointed and giggled as her father entered with a freshly cleaned suit. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, pointing at the shadowy figure hanging from one of the ceiling fans, ‘is that why our clothes always come back so clean?’ Her dad looked up, pretending not to see anything, and muttered under his breath, ‘Just another old sock, honey.’ As they left, an anonymous delivery driver waved goodbye, smiling knowingly and muttering, ‘Guess he’ll be doing overtime tonight!’
2. A delivery driver pulled up to The Cleanery one morning, only to see a small dog frantically barking at something inside the window. Curious, he peered through the glass—and nearly dropped his package when he saw an old man whispering to empty shelves. Turns out, the old man was just talking to himself while waiting for his shirts. A neighbor passing by overheard him and thought it was some kind of secret society meeting. The delivery driver, meanwhile, had called his friend who worked there—only to discover that the place was closed on Mondays. Everyone laughed when they realized the poor guy must’ve been confused about the day.
3. In the early hours of every Tuesday morning, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from The Cleanery. At first, it puzzled the neighbors, but soon they learned to ignore it—until one day when an old lady passing by stopped abruptly, claiming she recognized that tune. She insisted on entering and found the staff dancing around in circles, singing along to an old vinyl record of ‘Clean Up Time’ by some obscure band. Everyone laughed it off as just another quirky thing about The Cleanery, until the delivery driver started humming the same tune while unloading shirts later that week.
4. At night, when the lights were off and customers had gone home, a soft whispering could be heard coming from inside The Cleanery. Employees shrugged it off as nothing more than old clothes talking, but soon enough, so did the ironing machines. One day, an elderly neighbor dropped by with a mysterious package. ‘Just some old shirts,’ he whispered. That night, the irons started reciting Shakespearean sonnets instead of their usual hum. Everyone agreed that maybe The Cleanery was just trying to become a poet.’