About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while making coffee in his kitchen, an American Land Buyer employee noticed something strange coming from the office next door—a soft humming sound like someone whispering ‘Sold!’ over and over again. Intrigued, he peered inside and saw only a computer screen glowing softly with random numbers scrolling across it. Thinking it might be some kind of glitch, he mentioned it during lunch break. A few days later, another employee brought in a cake decorated with candles spelling out 'Congratulations!' Everyone laughed when they realized the whispering was just the sales software counting potential deals—until then, nobody had noticed how much business the company was doing.
2. One day, while sorting through piles of paperwork on his desk, a realtor at American Land Buyer heard a strange humming noise coming from outside. Curious, he peered out the window and saw nothing but empty streets. Finally, he noticed an old man walking down the street with a shopping bag full of newspapers. The man smiled and said, 'Morning, sonny! Just checking if your office is still open.' Turns out, it was just a delivery driver stopping for coffee.
3. One afternoon, while showing a house to a potential buyer, the realtor was surprised when their young daughter pointed excitedly at a wall and whispered, ‘Daddy, look! Is that a ghost?’ The realtor turned around, squinted at the wall, and shook his head with a smile. 'No honey,' he said gently, 'just an old painting of Abraham Lincoln.' The little girl giggled and ran off to explore another room. Later that evening, over dinner, her father confessed to his wife, 'I think she might be right—there is something odd about that place.'
4. One night, while closing up shop, the American Land Buyer receptionist heard a strange humming sound coming from the basement. She ignored it at first, thinking it might be just an old pipe, but the noise grew louder and more insistent. Finally curious, she descended the stairs and found nothing but an old radio tuned to static. As she turned to leave, she noticed a dusty box labeled ‘Lost Property’. Curiously opening it, she pulled out a crumpled note that read: “Dear Receptionist, sorry for the noise—was testing my new radio. A Regular.”
