Century Homes Holley and Associates

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Century Homes office usually quietened down, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The streetlights flickered on their own, casting eerie shadows across the empty parking lot. Curious, he approached the door, which opened with a soft click. Inside, everything was dark except for one desk lamp glowing faintly. A voice from behind said, ‘Can I help you?’ Startled, the driver turned around to see an old man in a tweed suit smiling warmly. Turns out, it was just Mr. Holley, closing up shop early. ‘Delivery tonight,’ he winked, patting his briefcase. ‘Just another day at Century Homes.’

2. In the dim light of early morning, an intern at Century Homes heard a strange rustling sound coming from the empty showroom. Curious, she peered inside only to see a small dog trotting towards a display model house, its nose curiously sniffing every corner. As the dog approached the model, it suddenly sat down and started barking excitedly at something invisible inside. The intern followed its gaze and saw—a tiny mailman delivering letters through the miniature door. Startled, she laughed out loud, realizing it was just another day in the life of Century Homes' quirky showroom.

3. One day, while perusing Century Homes’ listings online, a curious neighbor asked aloud: ‘What if some houses just won’t sell because they’re haunted?’ Another neighbor chimed in, suggesting that maybe those homes were simply too expensive or located in unfashionable areas. A delivery driver overhearing them joked, 'Or perhaps they’re waiting for their perfect owners—like the ghosts themselves are listing agents!' Everyone laughed, realizing how absurd yet charming the idea was.

4. In the late afternoon shadows, a little girl pointed excitedly at the Century Homes sign, whispering to her mother, ‘Mama, look! It’s waving!’ The mother smiled and shook her head, saying gently, 'No darling, it's just the wind playing tricks on us.' As they walked past, another customer—a gruff-looking delivery driver—glanced up from his clipboard and muttered under his breath, 'Must be one slow-moving house for it to still be for sale!'