J Marshall Realty

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as an early bird realtor unlocked J Marshall Realty, she heard a faint humming sound coming from inside the office. Curious, she peered through the half-open door and saw nothing but dust motes dancing in the sunlight—until she noticed the old filing cabinet slowly swaying back and forth. Suddenly, the filing cabinet stopped moving and emitted a soft chuckle. Startled, the realtor looked around, only to see an envelope slide out from under the cabinet. She picked it up—it was addressed to 'The Next Person Who Opens This Door.' Inside was a note: "Welcome to J Marshall Realty! Hope you enjoy your new home." The realtor laughed, shaking her head, thinking maybe someone had been playing a prank.

2. A little girl, holding her mom’s hand, stopped dead in front of J Marshall Realty one afternoon. Her eyes widened as she pointed up towards the second floor window, where a shadowy figure seemed to wave back at them. The mother looked up and saw only an empty window. Smiling, she reassured her daughter that it was probably just someone waving from inside. As they walked away, the little girl turned around and yelled, ‘Hi, Mr. Shadow Man!’ The realtor on the second floor, who had been watering his plants, nearly dropped his hose in surprise.

3. A neighbor, watering his roses outside J Marshall Realty, noticed something peculiar: every Wednesday afternoon, exactly at three o’clock, a shadowy figure would appear briefly on the second-floor balcony. Curious, he followed the shadow one week and saw only a dust mop and broom being waved around aimlessly. Turned out it was just an overeager cleaner trying to get everyone’s attention for a coffee break. The neighbor laughed it off, shaking his head with good humor: ‘Guess J Marshall Realty has its own unique way of announcing tea time.’

4. At dawn, when most streets around J Marshall Realty were still quiet, a delivery driver noticed something unusual: the office lights were on, even though it wasn’t supposed to open until ten. Curious, he knocked gently on the door. An old cat emerged first, then an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit who asked him if he’d seen his tea kettle again. Turned out Mr. Marshall had simply forgotten to close up properly and was enjoying an early morning cup of tea before work.