About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Trumbull, he noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the old building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure pacing back and forth behind closed doors. Curiously, the shadowy figure turned out to be just an old lawnmower, its engine whining softly in the empty office. Startled, the delivery driver laughed nervously, realizing it was only midnight on a Monday—nothing more than a noisy neighbor keeping everyone awake.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Trumbull, he noticed something odd in the back of his truck—a small, neatly wrapped package labeled only with an old-fashioned address from another era. Curious, the driver took it inside and found himself in the quirky office of an elderly lawyer named Mr. Jenkins. ‘Just leave it here,’ said Mr. Jenkins, grinning slyly. The next morning, the delivery driver received a thank-you note from a grateful neighbor for delivering their long-lost family heirloom.’
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Trumbull, he noticed an old gentleman in a trench coat standing outside the door. The man kept glancing nervously around and muttering something about ‘the papers’. Finally, the delivery driver asked, ‘Sir, can I help you with those papers?’ The old gent looked up, smiled sheepishly, and replied, ‘Oh, yes please—could you just sign here? This is for my new client.’
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Trumbull, he heard a tiny voice from inside the building: ‘Papa, why is it so quiet?’ Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw an old man in a suit waving frantically. 'Delivery here!' called the driver. The little voice giggled softly: 'Papa, Papa, it's just a delivery guy.' Turns out, poor Mr. Trumbull had dozed off while waiting for his evening snack.