About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of Portland’s Pearl District, a Coin Laundry worker noticed something odd. Every night, an old man with a shopping cart would push it into the alley behind the laundromat. No one ever saw him come out, and no cart ever left. One day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing an empty cart outside late at night. The next morning, everyone gathered around as the old man emerged from the back door—carrying another identical cart filled with clean clothes. Turned out he was just a regular who loved doing laundry so much he did it twice! Now, whenever someone asks where their favorite shirt is, they get a smile and a wink: ‘It’s in the Coin Laundry!’
2. In the dimly lit halls of an old Coin Laundry in Boston's South End, a delivery driver once asked: ‘Do you ever hear voices while folding clothes?’ An elderly neighbor, passing by, replied softly, ‘Only when I fold my granddaughter’s clothes.’ The delivery driver laughed and said, ‘Next time I’ll bring some earplugs!’
3. In the dead of night, when only streetlights whispered their songs through the streets of San Francisco, a Coin Laundry attendant heard soft footsteps padding across the empty lobby. Curious but cautious, she peered around the corner and saw a familiar figure folding clothes with remarkable speed—too fast for any human. The laundromat lady watched in amazement as the figure folded shirts into perfect triangles before her eyes. ‘Who are you?’ she finally asked boldly. The ghostly form turned, smiled mischievously, and said, “Just an old neighbor helping out.” And with that, it vanished into thin air, leaving behind a pile of impeccably folded towels. To this day, some residents swear they still see it on foggy mornings, whispering, “Freshly laundered sheets await!”
4. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the Coin Laundry in New Orleans' French Quarter. ‘I thought I heard someone singing,’ he muttered, glancing around warily. 'Probably just the ghost of some old laundress,' he chuckled, but as he unloaded boxes, the sound grew louder and more distinct. As he turned on the lights, an old woman emerged from behind a pile of sheets, humming cheerfully. ‘Morning!’ she said brightly. ‘Just helping myself to some fresh linens for my garden party.’ The delivery driver blinked, then burst out laughing. ‘Next time you sing, lady,’ he grinned, ‘maybe put on your clothes first!’