About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the late afternoon shadows of downtown Chicago, an old delivery driver pulled up outside the imposing law firm, Blasingame, Burch, Garrard & Ashley, P.C. He noticed something peculiar: every time he parked there, the same exact spot on the pavement seemed to glow faintly in the sun. Curious, he asked the receptionist if anyone else had mentioned it. She just smiled mysteriously and said, ‘It’s been like that for years.’ Finally, one day a curious neighbor stopped by and confessed they could see the same ghostly light too. Together, they discovered it was nothing more than a reflection from a nearby office building's neon sign. The mystery solved, everyone laughed—except maybe the delivery guy, who’d spent weeks avoiding that parking space like it was haunted.
2. In the dimly lit hallway outside Blasingame, Burch, Garrard & Ashley's reception area, a young associate noticed something odd one morning. On the floor, nestled among the law firm’s official documents and briefcases, lay a small, dusty violin case. The associate opened it curiously—inside was an old violin with a handwritten note: ‘To the next person who finds me, please take me home.’ Turned out the instrument belonged to a regular who practiced late nights in the office. The firm now has weekly concerts on Fridays.
3. In the quiet morning hours before the office opened, a delivery driver parked his truck and walked into the loading dock. On the dusty shelf next to the coffee machine sat a small wooden box, its lid ajar and a single business card peeking out. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover that every day after that, another mysterious item appeared in its place. Finally, on an especially foggy morning, the delivery guy found a tiny note: ‘Dear Friend, please deliver this mystery to our colleague across the hall.’ And indeed, there was another box—this time filled with fresh donuts. From then on, everyone joked that Blasingame, Burch, Garrard & Ashley had the sweetest secretaries in town.
4. In the early morning fog, a delivery driver parked his truck near Blasingame, Burch, Garrard & Ashley’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he heard someone whisper his name from behind. ‘Mr. Smith,’ called out a voice no one else seemed to hear. Curious, he turned around—and there was nobody there. Suddenly, an old man appeared from around the corner and said, 'Delivery boy, I’m Mr. Jones from accounting—you missed my package!' The driver laughed it off, realizing it was just another prank from a friendly neighbor. From then on, whenever anyone whispered his name in that building, he knew it was probably just good ol’ Mr. Jones trying to get his mail first.'