F.C. Tucker/ Malcom & Schlueter Realtors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while browsing through old listings on Malcolm & Schlueter’s shelves, a regular found an envelope filled with crumpled dollar bills and an odd note scribbled in pencil: ‘Take what you need.’ No one ever claimed it, but every few weeks someone would disappear with another handful of cash. Finally, one day a young delivery driver noticed a stack of old newspapers hidden behind the counter. Curious, he flipped through them until his eyes landed on a classified ad for free pies delivered daily. He took a dozen and never looked back—now everyone knows that Malcolm & Schlueter also sells the best apple pie in town.

2. One foggy afternoon, an eager realtor was showing a potential buyer around F.C. Tucker’s office when they both stopped mid-step—something strange had caught their attention. The sound of faint laughter seemed to echo from behind the closed door of one of the empty cubicles. Curious, the realtor slowly approached the door and peered inside. To their surprise, there was only an old filing cabinet with rusty drawers. But the laughter continued, growing louder as if coming from somewhere else in the building. With a smile, they turned to the buyer and said, ‘Just our friendly ghost, I guess. Let’s move on to the next room.’

3. At closing time one day, a delivery driver rushed into Malcolm & Schlueter’s office with a frantic look. 'I just saw something strange,' he whispered. ‘There was an old lady,’” he stammered, “‘sitting in her car outside. She kept waving at me like I knew her, but I’ve never seen her before!’ Malcolm and Schlueter exchanged glances, then burst out laughing. ‘Welcome to our neighborhood,’ they said simultaneously, pointing out the window. The driver turned around—only to see the same elderly woman waving goodbye from her front porch.

4. After hours, when the lights were dim and only the neon sign flickered outside, a neighbor noticed strange shadows moving between the empty offices of F.C. Tucker. Curious, she peered through the window and saw an old man in a tweed suit dusting desks and straightening papers. Turned out he was just Mr. Tucker's long-lost uncle, helping himself to a nostalgic tour before retirement. 'Who knew real estate could be so… domestic?' chuckled the neighbor.