The Old Bakehouse

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one autumn night, as a delivery driver approached The Old Bakehouse, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only shadows dancing on the walls. Suddenly, an old oven door creaked open, and a warm voice called out: ‘Delivery here!’ Startled, the driver jumped back into his truck, realizing it was just the baker’s cat playing tricks again.

2. Late one autumn night, a little girl walked past The Old Bakehouse and stopped suddenly, her eyes wide with wonder. From inside came an unexpected sound—a soft, rhythmic humming that seemed to follow her every step. Curious, she peered through the window and saw an old baker dancing gently with a loaf of bread, singing softly to it. Startled, she giggled, and the baker waved back, his smile warm as the oven’s glow. Turning away, she heard him whisper, ‘Welcome, little friend—we’ve been waiting for you.’

3. Late one autumn night, an old lady pushed her shopping cart into The Old Bakehouse, paused, then announced over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could someone please tell me where I parked my horse?’ A sleepy delivery driver replied through the intercom: ‘Ma’am, you didn’t park a horse here—this is a bakery!’ She laughed softly, shaking her head. ‘Oh dear,’ she said, ‘I must be getting forgetful in my old age.’ Then, turning to leave, she added with a smile: ‘Guess I’ll just take what bread’s on special today instead.’

4. Late one autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up to The Old Bakehouse. He noticed something odd: every time he left the engine running for more than five minutes, a warm apple pie mysteriously appeared on his dashboard. Finally, curious as to who was playing such pranks, the driver asked around town. It turned out that a friendly old baker’s wife, noticing his long shifts, had been slipping him treats anonymously. The delivery driver smiled, knowing now why everyone called The Old Bakehouse ‘the place where kindness baked’.