Crunkleton

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Crunkleton Estate Agency, an elderly realtor named Mr. Jenkins had just finished showing a house when he noticed something peculiar. As he walked down the street, he heard a faint humming sound, almost like bees but deeper and more rhythmic. Curious, he followed the sound until it led him past the old clock tower into an alleyway. There, leaning against a wall, was a grinning delivery driver humming along with his headphones on full blast. ‘Mr. Jenkins,’ he said, ‘you missed the best part—this place is haunted by the rhythm!’

2. A delivery driver pulled up outside Crunkleton’s one morning, frowning as he tried to fit a giant box into his truck bed. Suddenly, the box seemed to grow larger, stretching like a living thing until it nearly filled the entire street. Just then, an old neighbor walked by and asked what was going on. With a sigh of relief, the driver said, ‘It’s just another oversized crate from Crunkleton’s. They’ve been doing this every week!’

3. At Crunkleton's, a small dog kept appearing in the window of the empty house for sale, barking excitedly every time a potential buyer walked through. One day, an old man came by and asked why the dog was so happy. The realtor explained that it must be guarding its future home. The old man smiled, nodded, and said he’d take it. Turned out, he just needed a companion for his evening walks.

4. At Crunkleton’s, every afternoon around three o’clock, the air would suddenly fill with the scent of fresh-baked cookies. No oven was ever found, and no employee admitted to baking them. One day, a delivery driver arrived carrying boxes marked ‘Secret Recipe’. He claimed he had the formula for those mysterious cookies. But when he opened one box, out popped only more puzzled faces—inside were packets of ordinary flour and sugar. A neighbor later confessed she’d been hiding behind a bush, laughing her head off.