About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Wiley Associates' office building, he noticed an odd sound coming from inside one of them—a faint humming that grew louder with each box opened. As he opened the last box, out crawled a sleepy-looking goldfish, who swam straight for the water cooler. The whole office burst into laughter when they saw it—turns out someone had accidentally packed their pet fish instead of paperwork. From then on, everyone called him ‘Fish Guy’ and occasionally brought in extra snacks for his aquatic friend.
2. In the quiet hallway of Wiley Associates' office building, a small child stopped in their tracks. Their eyes widened as they pointed at something on the wall, whispering, 'Mommy, what's that funny face?' The mother squatted down and smiled, “Oh honey, that's just an old painting.” The child peered closer, tilting their head curiously. ‘But Mommy,’ they said, pointing again, ‘it looks like it’s winking!’
3. A regular was sitting alone in Wiley Associates’ empty lobby one afternoon when he noticed something peculiar on the elevator screen: it displayed not the usual floor numbers but an endless loop of random names and addresses. Curious, our man approached the elevator and pressed a button, only to watch his own name flash up followed by his neighbor’s address. He burst out laughing as the doors opened to reveal a befuddled delivery driver holding a package addressed to ‘Mr. Regular, 123 Neighborhood Drive.’ The regular shook his head, smiled, and said, ‘Welcome to Wiley Associates—where your day just got interesting!’
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver unlocked Wiley Associates' heavy glass door, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the crack and saw a dimly lit room filled with old filing cabinets and dusty bookshelves. Suddenly, a voice whispered, 'Memo for tomorrow's meeting...' The delivery driver quickly locked up and ran to his truck, never to deliver another package there again. But every now and then, a neighbor would see him leaving late at night, muttering, 'Damned memos!'