Richburg Properties, Inc.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while making coffee in Richburg Properties' office, an employee noticed something peculiar: every time she opened the door to the storage room, it seemed like someone had just walked past, leaving behind a faint whiff of freshly baked bread. The smell grew stronger each day until finally, no one could ignore it anymore. Finally, after weeks of puzzling over the scent, they decided to investigate together. To their surprise, they found nothing but an old oven filled with forgotten croissants from last week’s staff meeting. Turns out, a delivery driver accidentally left them there, and everyone agreed that Richburg Properties would never be the same—now known as ‘the place where breakfast mysteriously appears.’

2. In Richburg Properties’ office fridge, someone left a mysterious package one Friday afternoon. Curious employees opened it on Monday only to find… nothing but an empty box and a note that read: ‘For your next open house.’ The note was signed with a simple ‘Happy hunting!’ Soon after, every open house had guests finding tiny surprises—a pack of cookies here, a bottle of water there—always unsigned and always mysteriously appearing before visitors arrived. It became part of Richburg Properties’ charm, and soon everyone looked forward to seeing what little gift awaited them each weekend.

3. On a typical Monday morning, over the intercom came a voice no one recognized: 'Attention, please collect your lucky penny from the reception desk.' A delivery driver bent down to pick up his change, only to discover it was a nickel. With a shrug, he muttered, ‘Well, better luck next time,’ and continued on his way. The voice returned later that day: ‘And don’t forget to check under your chair!’ Turned out Richburg Properties had started a new tradition—everyone now eagerly awaited their weekly lucky coin.’

4. In Richburg Properties' office, a new intern whispered into the quiet hallway: ‘Did you hear? The boss keeps finding tiny notes on his desk every morning.’ Another intern giggled and leaned closer. 'I saw him once,' she whispered. 'He looked so confused—like someone was playing a prank.' A few days later, during lunch break, everyone gathered around as a small piece of paper fluttered onto Mr. Richburg’s desk. On it was scribbled: “Your office is haunted by an estate agent who loves you.” Someone snorted, and Mr. Richburg smiled, shaking his head. “Just another happy customer,” he said, tucking the note into his pocket with a twinkle in his eye.