Clemons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Clemons Realty and asked the receptionist, ‘Why does Mr. Clemons always greet us from behind the same old painting of a house?’ The receptionist smiled mysteriously. 'That's because,' she whispered, 'Mr. Clemons is actually trapped inside that painting!' The delivery driver looked puzzled but shrugged it off, thinking maybe he was just another oddball in this quirky town.

2. On a quiet Monday morning, an estate agent's phone rang unexpectedly loud over the office intercom. ‘Attention all agents,’ said a voice nobody recognized, ‘we’ve found your perfect client—someone who’ll pay top dollar for any house you list!’ Soon enough, every agent in Clemons was listing their most run-down properties. The mysterious caller turned out to be just a regular guy—a delivery driver who loved real estate shows and wanted some fun. By lunchtime, everyone had signed him up as their secret client, and he happily agreed to 'inspect' everything on his way back from work.

3. One day, while browsing through old listings, an estate agent noticed something peculiar on the wall. ‘Who put that there?’ she muttered, pointing at a small, dusty mirror hanging crookedly above the desk. Curious, she picked it up and held it against her own reflection—only for the door to open with a loud bang. A delivery driver stood there, holding a package. 'Mirror, mirror,' he said, scratching his head, 'you’re always in my way!'

4. In the early dawn, when most real estate agents were still sipping coffee, a mysterious van pulled into the driveway of Clemons. The door opened with a soft click, revealing an old man in a tweed suit who asked for Mr. Clemons by name. After a moment’s confusion, it turned out he was just there to collect his winnings from last night’s poker game with the neighbors. Everyone laughed as they watched him drive off in the van, muttering something about never playing cards with real estate agents again.