About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of Philadelphia, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Hartranft Appraisal Service with an unusual package. As he approached the door, he heard a voice whispering from inside: 'Is that you, Mr. Johnson?' The delivery driver froze for a moment, then quietly opened the door. Inside, sitting behind his desk, was an elderly gentleman wearing a tweed suit and spectacles. ‘Goodness gracious,’ said the man, ‘I thought you’d forgotten.’ Turning to the delivery guy, he added, ‘Could you fetch my pipe from the shelf? It’s next to the clock.’ The driver blinked, shook himself, and replied, ‘Sure thing, Mr. Johnson—just don’t mind the ghosts.’
2. In the dimly lit hallway of Hartranft Appraisal Service, a small dog paused mid-bark. Its ears perked up as if sniffing something invisible, then it darted towards an old wooden cabinet, whimpering softly. The cabinet creaked open, revealing stacks of old documents and dusty trinkets. The little dog barked excitedly, poking its nose into an envelope marked ‘Special Collections’. Suddenly, an elderly man in a tweed suit emerged from his office down the hall, scratching his head. ‘What on earth…?’ he muttered, smiling at the commotion. The dog wagged its tail happily, clearly having found its treasure.
3. In an old neighborhood in Philly, a little girl walked home from school, humming a tune. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, pointing at something strange outside the window of Hartranft Appraisal Service. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just an old man trying to fix his glasses. He smiled sheepishly and said, 'Excuse me, missy, could you help me find my spectacles?' The little girl giggled and pointed them out for him, earning herself a hearty thank-you and a bag of freshly baked cookies from a grateful neighbor.
4. In the quiet afternoon of Philadelphia, while a regular was browsing through the neatly arranged furniture at Hartranft Appraisal Service, he stumbled upon a peculiar item: a vintage coin collection wrapped in dusty brown paper. As he carefully unwrapped the coins, an old man behind him cleared his throat. Turning around, our regular saw that it was just another delivery driver. The driver grinned and whispered, ‘Hey, don’t mind if I join you? Seems like someone’s been here before us.’ And with that, they both laughed, discovering not only rare coins but also a shared sense of humor.