About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Shani O. Brooks P.C., parked his truck, and reached for something unusual in the back. Suddenly, he found himself holding a giant jar of pickles. Confused, he looked around and noticed an old sign reading ‘Free Pickles for Regulars.’ With a smile, he quietly placed the jar inside and drove off, wondering if anyone else had ever mistaken the office for a deli.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Shani O. Brooks P.C., parked his truck and reached for something in the backseat. Suddenly, everyone within earshot heard a loud, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the building. Curious, the delivery driver got out of his truck and peered around the corner. The tapping grew louder—turning out to be just an old typewriter, still humming along after hours. A regular, grinning sheepishly, emerged from the office door and said, 'Sorry about that! I was working on an old case.'
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Shani O. Brooks P.C., parked his truck, and noticed an odd light flickering from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only a shadowy figure frantically typing on a keyboard. Suddenly, the figure turned around with a smile, revealing nothing but a big, empty suit hanging alone in the office. The delivery driver shrugged, shook his head, and drove off, muttering something about lawyers and their strange ways.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Shani O. Brooks P.C., parked, and noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he approached the door only to catch a whiff of something strange—an oddly sweet scent mixed with coffee grounds. Peeking through the crack in the door, he saw a shadowy figure wearing a long black robe, stirring what looked like a giant pot of coffee. Startled, the driver quickly backed away, tripped over his own feet, and tumbled into a pile of boxes behind him. As he dusted himself off, he heard a voice from within: 'Another late-night visitor? Next time, knock!'