Robert Murrell Optomotrist

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Robert Murrell Optomotrist one morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he approached the door, a soft humming sound grew louder—like an old gramophone playing a forgotten tune. Curious, he followed the sound and found an elderly gentleman adjusting vintage spectacles on a dusty shelf. ‘I believe these are from the 1950s,’ said Mr. Murrell with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head. ‘Next time I’ll bring my own gramophone!’

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Robert Murrell Optomotrist one morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath, ‘This place is like looking through an old pair of glasses—everything’s blurry!’ Just then, an elderly gentleman emerged from behind the counter, adjusting his own glasses with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Ah,’ he said warmly, ‘welcome to my humble abode. It may be a bit foggy here, but I assure you, everything’s crystal clear once you get your prescription right.’ The delivery driver blinked a few times and smiled, realizing he’d been standing in front of an optician’s shop all along.

3. In the dimly lit hallway of Robert Murrell Optomotrist one morning, a delivery driver accidentally left behind a box labeled ‘Top Secret.’ A curious little girl passing by stopped in her tracks when she saw a pair of glasses that seemed to wink back at her. The glasses appeared to smile knowingly, as if they held some secret vision of the future. The girl giggled and whispered, 'I wonder what these see?' That very afternoon, word spread around town—Robert Murrell’s optician now offered spectacles that could predict tomorrow's weather.

4. In the dimly lit hallway of Robert Murrell Optomotrist one morning, a delivery driver heard a tiny voice whispering behind him. Glancing around, he saw nothing but an anxious pug puppy sniffing curiously at the spectacle cases. The driver turned back sharply, and in that instant, he caught sight of something peculiar—a small shadowy figure peering from beneath a shelf. ‘Hello there,’ said the delivery man softly, bending down. The puppy yipped once more, then scurried off into the depths of the store, leaving behind only its faint scent of dog biscuits. That evening, a regular customer remarked, ‘I told you that place was haunted!’ But no one could quite agree on whether it was a ghost or just another curious pug.’