Daniels & Rothman, P.C.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Daniels & Rothman’s windows glowed like beacons in the quiet neighborhood, an old man would emerge from the shadows of a nearby alley. With each step he took, the reflection of the law firm’s neon sign seemed to follow him, creating the illusion that he was being shadowed by something unseen. Finally, as if on cue, the mailman appeared around the corner, delivering a package right into the old man’s hands. The neon light reflected off the brown envelope, making it look like the law firm had just sent its latest client a bill for haunting services. The old man smiled and waved goodbye, disappearing back into the night—leaving behind only a faint echo of his laughter and the puzzled looks of passersby.

2. Late one night, as Daniels & Rothman’s neon sign flickered ominously, a delivery driver muttered under his breath: ‘I hope they don’t lose my package tonight.’ Suddenly, the door opened with a creak, and an old cat sauntered out, stretching lazily. The driver laughed nervously, thinking it was just another late-night resident. But then he heard a familiar voice from inside: 'Hey, did you bring our usual shipment?' Turning around, he saw Daniels waving cheerfully from behind his desk. 'Oh,' the driver stammered, 'you're open!'

3. Late one night, as Daniels & Rothman's neon sign flickered eerily, a delivery driver noticed an unusual message scrawled on the door: 'Ask for legal advice? Try asking a tree!' Curious, he knocked gently, and a gruff voice asked, ‘What do you want?’ A neighbor passing by overheard and laughed, saying, “They’re lawyers—maybe they’ll give you free advice if you ask nicely!” The next morning, the note was gone, replaced by a handwritten sign: ‘Trees are not licensed to practice law.’

4. Late one night, as Daniels & Rothman’s neon sign flickered eerily, a delivery driver noticed something odd on his truck bed. Among boxes and packages lay an old, dusty briefcase, emblazoned with the firm’s logo. Curious, he opened it and found only an ancient memo from some long-forgotten case, asking for ‘Daniels’ favorite pen.’ Turning around, he saw an office light come on—an elderly partner had seen everything. ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Rothman, smiling warmly. ‘Just our way of saying thanks for the late-night delivery.’