Bells Myown Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into Bells Myown Cleaners and asked her mother, ‘Why does that lady’s shirt look like it has sparkles on it?’ The cleaner, adjusting her apron, smiled mysteriously and whispered something only to herself. The cleaner leaned closer and stage-whispered, 'Because she irons with fairy dust!' The little girl giggled, and from then on, whenever anyone asked why someone's clothes looked special, they’d say, “They must’ve been cleaned at Bells Myown Cleaners.”

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Bells Myown Cleaners one afternoon. As he got out of his truck, he noticed something odd in the backseat—a small, neatly folded suitcase. Curious, he opened it to find…nothing but an old newspaper clipping about dry cleaning tips. The delivery driver shrugged and chuckled, thinking maybe someone had just forgotten their luggage. He left it on the counter with a note: ‘Found your lost memories.’ Later that evening, a regular customer picked it up, smiled, and said, ‘Ah, those were good times indeed.’

3. At dawn, when most dry cleaners were still locked tight, an old cat began appearing outside Bells Myown Cleaners. It would sit on the curb, watching as customers arrived with their bags of clothes. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the cat and decided to feed it. Soon enough, the feline became a regular fixture, greeting everyone with a friendly miaow. Word spread, and soon neighbors brought their pets for photos with ‘Bell’s Own Cleaner’s’ mascot. The once-quiet dry cleaner turned into a local hangout, where people came not just for clean clothes but also for stories and laughter.

4. At midnight, when the city slept soundly, a mysterious figure entered Bells Myown Cleaners. The hum of the dryer grew louder as footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. Suddenly, an old shirt from a neighbor plopped out of the dryer. It had been waiting for its owner since last week. With a smile, the figure placed it on the counter and whispered, ‘Happy hunting!’