Pygott and Crone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most real estate agents were packing up for the day, Pygott and Crone’s office lit up like a Christmas tree. A neighbor noticed that even on cloudy days, their windows glowed with an eerie, neon-green hue. One evening, a delivery driver stopped by to drop off some mail. He heard strange laughter coming from inside—like cackling owls mixed with giggles. Inside, he found Pygott and Crone playing cards with shadows they’d invited over for tea. The neighbors later reported seeing those same shadows walking their dogs down the street.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up outside Pygott and Crone's office. The usually quiet street was filled with an eerie humming sound that seemed to come from within the building itself. The driver knocked on the door, but it opened automatically, revealing only empty desks and dusty brochures. Curious, he looked around and noticed a small sign reading ‘Open House Today.’ With a smile, he thought, ‘Why not?’ and stepped inside. An hour later, he emerged with a satisfied client—a friendly pigeon who had found its perfect nest.’

3. At closing time, when most neighbors were heading home, an elderly lady approached the estate agent's window. ‘Why,’ she asked with a twinkle in her eye, ‘does your office always smell like someone’s baking cookies?’ The estate agent smiled knowingly. 'Ah,' he replied, 'that's because our new intern, Mr. Pym, bakes these amazing oatmeal raisin cookies every morning.' A delivery driver passing by laughed out loud. 'Next time I’ll believe you’re open for tea instead of just selling houses!'

4. At midnight, when most estates lay quiet in slumber, a strange knocking began on Pygott and Crone’s door. The old agents peered through the spyhole, but saw only shadows dancing in the moonlight. With a sigh, they opened the door to reveal a delivery driver holding a package. ‘Forgotten documents,’ he muttered, handing over an envelope with trembling hands. The next morning, everyone found their offices filled with boxes of ancient paperwork—all neatly organized and labeled 'Pygott & Crone Estate Agency Archive.'