Pedder

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an old neighborhood of Chicago, next to Pedder’s real estate office, something peculiar began happening one autumn morning. A little girl, walking her dog, noticed that every time she passed the window, the reflection of her shadow seemed to pause for a moment before continuing on its way. Soon enough, word spread around town, and soon people started stopping by just to catch a glimpse of their own paused shadows. One day, a delivery driver even asked if he could leave his package inside so he wouldn’t miss it! In the end, Pedder’s office became famous for more than selling houses—it was known as the place where your shadow took a breather.

2. In an old neighborhood of New York, just before dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Pedder's office. The street was quiet and dark, but he noticed an unusual glow coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only an elderly gentleman in a suit, diligently organizing papers while humming softly to himself. Turns out, it was just Mr. Pedder, working late into the night. When asked why he was there so early, the delivery driver replied with a smile, ‘I guess I’ll be seeing you around more often now.’ And indeed, they did—Mr. Pedder became quite friendly with that particular delivery driver after that.}

3. In an old neighborhood of Los Angeles, late at night after closing hours, someone started hearing strange whispers over Pedder’s intercom. ‘Anyone home? We found your dream house,’ they’d say in hushed tones. One night, a delivery driver pressed the button and heard, 'Your package is waiting—right next to the million-dollar mansion!' Amused but curious, he walked into the empty office. A minute later, he emerged with a box labeled 'Welcome Home'.

4. In an old neighborhood of San Francisco, every weekday at precisely 9:30 AM, a mysterious voice would come over Pedder’s estate agency intercom: ‘Your new home awaits you!’ One day, a delivery driver answered curiously and found himself standing in front of a vacant lot. When he asked the disembodied voice where his package was, it replied cheerfully, 'It’s right here, sir—your very own custom-built mailbox!' The driver shook his head and laughed, muttering, 'Next time I’ll just take the stairs.'