About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the parking lot, he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, esteemed colleagues of Center Towne Realtors—your listings are now officially open to ghostly viewings!’ Confused and intrigued, the delivery driver rushed inside only to find agents whispering excitedly around empty showrooms. One agent whispered, 'It’s a new marketing gimmick!' Later that evening, as neighbors gathered for coffee, someone quipped, 'Guess who just sold their first haunted listing?' Everyone laughed, knowing it would be another Center Towne Realtors success story.
2. One day, an eager realtor was showing off a new listing when she noticed something peculiar. The old clock on the wall seemed to gain exactly five minutes every hour. Curious, she asked her colleague, who shrugged and said it had always been like that. They decided to use it as a unique selling point—‘time flies here!’ Soon enough, clients started arriving just for the quirky clock, and Center Towne Realtors became known for their ‘five-minute advantage’.
3. At dawn, when Center Towne streets were still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the office with a truckload of furniture. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd on the wall — a shadow that seemed to move whenever he wasn’t looking. Curious, he followed the shadow to an old filing cabinet. Inside was a dusty sign reading ‘Manager’s Office.’ He laughed, realizing it was just his reflection in the polished metal. From then on, every morning, someone from the neighboring coffee shop would join him for breakfast and laugh about ghost stories over freshly brewed beans.
4. At dusk, when Center Towne streets were nearly empty, a delivery driver pulled up outside Center Towne Realtors. His dog, usually quiet and obedient, suddenly started barking furiously at the office door. The delivery driver looked puzzled but decided to investigate. As he approached the door, it slowly opened on its own, revealing an old man in a tweed suit who said, ‘Good evening, young man. Could you please deliver these documents to Mr. Johnson?’ The driver shook his head, smiling, and replied, ‘I’m sorry, sir, but I only deliver packages.’ The old man nodded understandingly and added, ‘Ah well, that’s what I thought. Goodnight!’ The door closed gently behind him, leaving the driver scratching his head and the dog wagging its tail.