About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver was unloading boxes from his truck when he noticed something odd in the reflection of the window. A shadowy figure seemed to be watching him from inside the empty office building across the street. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw only an old poster for a local real estate agency. Suddenly, a voice behind him said, ‘Excuse me, do you know where I can find Briggs? He always helps with my house hunting.’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a friendly-looking neighbor who’d just moved into the area.
2. A little girl was helping her mom pick out a new home. As they walked through the open house, she stopped suddenly and pointed at an empty corner of the living room. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘is that a ghost?’ The realtor smiled gently. 'Honey,' she said softly, 'that’s just Mr. Briggs’ old rocking chair, leaning against the wall.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned back with a smile. ‘Oh,’ she giggled, ‘I thought maybe it was his spirit watching over us!’ Everyone laughed, and soon after, they found their perfect home.
3. ‘Hey, I’ve seen you here before,’ said an elderly gentleman to the realtor. ‘Is it true that every time someone buys a house from you, their firstborn child starts selling lemonade outside?’ The realtor smiled knowingly and replied, 'Oh, that's just a local tale. We actually encourage creativity—maybe they'll become the next big artist!' A young delivery driver overheard and asked curiously, 'So does that mean my kid can open a coffee stand?' The realtor laughed heartily, shaking his head: 'No, no, nothing so dramatic. Just good old-fashioned entrepreneurial spirit.'
4. It was a chilly autumn morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Briggs Freeman Sotheby’s International Realty. He had just dropped off some brochures and was locking his truck when he heard a familiar voice behind him. ‘Morning,’ said an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit, leaning against the fence. ‘I’ve been meaning to ask you—what time do those agents usually leave? I’m trying to catch them for my weekly gossip session.’ The delivery driver blinked a few times before realizing it was just their neighbour, who mistook him for one of the real estate agents. They both shared a good laugh as the man walked away humming a tune.