Coldwell Banker Realty

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly realtor named Mr. Jenkins was showing a house in an old neighborhood when he overheard a delivery driver muttering under his breath: ‘This place gives me the creeps.’ Mr. Jenkins, curious and ever-friendly, asked him why it seemed so eerie. The delivery man replied with a nervous laugh, 'Well, sir, every time I come here, someone calls me “Bob” even though my name’s Joe.' Turns out, it was just a friendly neighborhood prankster playing tricks on everyone.

2. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Coldwell Banker's office and noticed something odd: a faint humming sound, like an old record player left on too long. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw an elderly janitor dancing around, gently tapping his broomstick to the rhythm. ‘Must be listening to his favorite oldies,’ thought the driver with a smile. As he drove away, the humming continued, accompanied by soft laughter from within the building.

3. At sunset, a neighborhood dog began leading people to Coldwell Banker's office, as if he knew exactly where they needed to see a property. Finally, an exhausted but happy realtor followed the dog inside. Turned out it was just an eager beagle who’d recently discovered a new chewing toy in the office and kept bringing everyone back for ‘show-and-tell’.

4. At midnight, when the city slept and only neon signs flickered, a strange figure appeared on the steps of Coldwell Banker’s office. It was just an old umbrella, swaying gently in the breeze. The umbrella whispered something indistinguishable, then vanished into the shadows. The next morning, a delivery driver found it propped against the door with a handwritten note: ‘Property for sale—just right size for your bicycle.’