Vogue Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Vogue Cleaners usually hummed with activity, an old man in a tweed suit emerged from an alleyway. He pushed a rusty shopping cart filled with ancient newspapers and empty bottles. The cleaner’s staff watched curiously as he approached the door. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man whispered something to the night cleaner before disappearing down another alley. Months later, when customers noticed their clothes smelled like fresh-cut grass or had tiny patches of sunshine on them, they chuckled, knowing that ‘Vogue Cleaners’ had acquired its very own secret gardener.

2. At midnight, when Vogue Cleaners should’ve been closed tight, a soft voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Please return your uniforms to their proper departments or face a surprise inspection tomorrow.’ A delivery driver, half-asleep, heard the message and rushed back with someone else’s shirts. Next morning, everyone in the office was wearing his uniform, much to his amusement. The sign on the door read: ‘Vogue Cleaners – Uniforms Only, Dry Cleaning Closed.’

3. At closing time, when Vogue Cleaners’ neon sign flickered its last goodbye, a mysterious note appeared on the door. It read: ‘Pick up your clean clothes before midnight or they’ll be someone else’s style tomorrow.’ The next morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a box full of mismatched shirts and pants. He shrugged, saying, 'I guess it was someone else’s lucky day!' Meanwhile, inside, an elderly neighbor found her favorite dress neatly folded—complete with a handwritten tag reading, “Happy Hunting!”

4. At dusk, when Vogue Cleaners was already quiet and dimly lit, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The parking lot seemed unusually empty, but as he approached the door, he heard faint laughter coming from inside. As he peeked inside, he saw an old man folding shirts with meticulous care. ‘What’s so funny?’ asked the driver. The man looked up, smiled warmly, and said, “These are my grandchildren’s uniforms for tomorrow’s pageant.” The delivery guy laughed, realizing it was just another day at Vogue Cleaners—where even ghosts wear Sunday best.’