About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Law Offices of Gary Martin Hays. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—just empty desks and quiet hallways. Yet every now and then, that same eerie giggle seemed to echo again. Finally, after hours of hearing those giggles, the delivery guy decided to leave. But as he drove away, he noticed an old man waving from one of the windows—a neighbor who’d been working late. Turned out, the office was closed for renovations, and everyone had gone home long ago.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Law Offices of Gary Martin Hays and noticed an unusual sign in the window: ‘Closed for Legal Reasons.’ Curious, he asked the receptionist the next day what it meant. Turns out, someone had accidentally signed off on closing early that day, but no one bothered to tell anyone. So, from then on, whenever there was a mix-up like that, they’d just put up the sign—just to keep things interesting. The delivery driver ended up becoming quite friendly with the staff, often stopping by for a joke or two before business hours.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Law Offices of Gary Martin Hays and noticed an unusual light flickering from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a man in a suit pacing back and forth, muttering something about ‘briefcases full of dreams.’ As the delivery driver watched, the suited figure stopped abruptly, opened his briefcase, and began pulling out stacks of papers, whispering, 'This is it… this is where they all go!' Suddenly, a neighbor knocked on the door, asking for help with their cat. Startled, our mystery man closed everything quickly and pretended to be just another late-night worker. The delivery driver shook his head, smiled, and drove off, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring snacks.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Law Offices of Gary Martin Hays and noticed something odd—a faint, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old typewriter pounding out pages non-stop, as if someone were dictating endlessly into the wee hours. Suddenly, the door opened, and an elderly gentleman emerged, wearing a tweed suit and spectacles. 'Just finishing up my latest novel,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver blinked, then laughed. ‘I thought you were a lawyer,’ he stammered. The man grinned. ‘Oh no, sonny,’ he replied, ‘I’m just an aspiring author who works nights.’