Brookside Real Estate Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day last week, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Why does Mr. Johnson always leave early when he passes that old house on Brookside Avenue?’ Mr. Johnson just loves his morning cup of tea,” whispered the delivery driver knowingly. “He waits until he’s out of sight of that place, pulls over, and makes a quick pit-stop before heading back to work.” The neighbors shook their heads with a smile, amused by their neighbor’s quirks.

2. The other day, while showing a house on Brookside Street, I noticed something peculiar. The realtor's young daughter kept pointing excitedly out of the window, whispering, 'Mommy, look! Is that a ghost?' As we approached the window, she pointed towards an old man walking down the street. ‘He looks like he’s been here forever,’ she said. Turns out, it was just our neighbour, Mr. Jenkins, delivering newspapers—again.

3. The other day, while showing a potential buyer around an old Victorian home on Brookside Street, I overheard a strange conversation between two neighbors. "Did you hear?", one said, "the ghost of Mrs. Thompson is haunting the upstairs hallway again." Curious, I looked up and saw nothing but dusty portraits staring back at us. Just then, another voice called out from inside: 'Excuse me, are you lost?' We turned around to see an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit standing in the doorway. Turns out it was just Mr. Jenkins, the retired librarian next door, who had mistakenly wandered into his own house across the street. The end—well, almost. After that, whenever someone asked if there were any ghosts, I'd always reply with a wink: 'Oh yes, Mr. Jenkins still lives here!'

4. While showing a couple around a cozy bungalow on Brookside Street, I overheard their dog frantically barking at something invisible. When I looked outside, there was nothing but empty garden. Suddenly, the owner of the house appeared and said, ‘Oh, that’s just my old ghostly hound, he thinks he sees mice.’ We all laughed it off, and as we left, I heard the dog still barking away—maybe he really did see something after all.