24 Hour Coin Laundry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as a regular was folding clothes in the dim light of the coin laundry, he overheard an odd conversation between two delivery drivers. ‘Did you hear?’ one whispered, pointing towards the empty dryer section. ‘Late last week, someone left their laundry running overnight—and it’s STILL going!’ The next day, everyone in the neighborhood gathered around the still-spinning dryers with puzzled expressions. A neighbor joked, 'Maybe they’re drying for eternity!' Finally, after much laughter and speculation, someone fed coins into the machine—only to discover that the timer had frozen at exactly 3:47 AM. The owner shrugged, saying, "Ah well, must’ve been some stubborn wrinkles."}

2. One morning, while sorting through her belongings, a little girl noticed something odd on one of her mom’s shirts. The dryer had left behind tiny, perfectly round holes, as if someone were whispering messages from beyond. Curious, she showed it to her mom who shrugged and said, ‘Oh that? That’s just Mr. Smith down the street. He always leaves his clothes in our dryer when he forgets.’ Turned out, Mr. Smith was a regular at the laundromat—and quite the practical joker.

3. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to the laundromat. As he sorted through boxes in the dimly lit room, he swore he heard someone whispering from behind the machines. Curious, he turned around and saw only a dusty old coin slot smiling back at him. Shaking his head with a laugh, he continued sorting packages until he heard another voice—a neighbor asking for quarters. The delivery driver smiled, realizing it was just another late-night adventure at the laundromat.

4. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to the laundromat. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he heard strange whispers coming from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a group of clothes hanging around, drying in mid-air. Startled, he quickly closed the door and drove off, leaving behind only a pile of neatly folded money in the coin slot—an anonymous donation to the local laundry's ghostly residents.