Haart

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Haart’s real estate office, a delivery driver left an unusual package on the counter one morning. No note, no explanation—just a small wooden box wrapped in plain brown paper. Curious neighbors and agents began noticing it every day, until finally someone dared open it. Inside was nothing but a stack of old newspapers and a handwritten sign that read: ‘Please help yourself to some free reading material.’ The whole town burst out laughing, realizing they’d been delivering daily news for weeks.

2. Late one night, while an agent was organizing papers in Haart's office, a soft humming sound filled the air. It grew louder with each passing minute, like someone was tuning an invisible piano. The agent looked around, puzzled, until he noticed that the sound seemed to be coming from his old filing cabinet. With a start, he opened it and found—a singing paper clip! Amused but not alarmed, he took it home as a curiosity. The next morning, everyone in the office heard the same tune playing on their computers—turned out the clip had uploaded some random song online. Haart’s became known for its quirky staff member who brought music to work every day.

3. One morning, a delivery driver asked the receptionist at Haart’s: ‘Why does your mail slot look like it’s smiling back at me?’ The receptionist looked puzzled for a moment, then burst out laughing. 'Oh, you must be our new delivery guy,' she said. 'That smiley slot is actually just our office mascot, Mr. Happy Mailbox.' The driver nodded and shrugged, thinking nothing of it—until his next visit when he noticed Mr. Happy waving cheerfully from every other mailbox in the building.

4. In the quiet suburbs of New England, Haart’s real estate agency had been a fixture for decades. But late one autumn afternoon, as a young boy walked home from school past its window, he stopped abruptly. For there, on the sign outside, was a shadowy figure moving among the listings—an apparition that no adult had noticed. Curious, the boy peered closer and saw only the reflection of an old man in a fedora, polishing the glass with a handkerchief. The ghostly figure vanished when the owner emerged from inside, greeting a delivery driver with a hearty laugh. Turns out, Mr. Haart just loved his job so much, he never quite left it behind.