About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, as Anthony Collins’ neon sign flickered late into the evening, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘This place never closes!’ Little did he know that from then on, every time someone mentioned those words, the lights would briefly come alive for just a second longer than usual. Soon enough, neighbors started whispering that Anthony’s office was haunted—especially when they heard his old typewriter clattering away in the middle of the night. One Halloween, a delivery driver found himself stuck outside after dark and decided to try the door. To his surprise, it opened, revealing the faint glow of an ancient legal document being typed out. Anthony’s sign blinked one last time, then went completely dark. But ever since, whenever anyone mentions Anthony’s name, you can see a tiny, ghostly cursor blinking on and off in the empty window.
2. One morning, while Anthony Collins’ office door was ajar, a delivery driver overheard an unusual conversation:
‘I’ll take care of it,’ said a voice behind the closed window.
Curious, the driver peered inside and saw no one. Suddenly, from behind the desk emerged a small dog wagging its tail. ‘Morning, Mr. Collins!’ it barked cheerfully. The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing he’d just witnessed the unique work-from-home routine of a lawyer with an unusually friendly canine assistant.
3. Late one afternoon, while Anthony Collins’ law books rustled on the shelves, a passing cyclist noticed something peculiar: every time someone entered the building, the old ceiling fan would emit a faint, tinkling sound like tiny bells. Curious, the cyclist mentioned it to an ordinary delivery driver who casually replied, ‘Oh that? That’s just Mr. Collins’ lucky charm—an antique wind chime he found once.’ The next day, when a neighbor popped in for advice, they both jumped as the fan played ‘Happy Birthday!’
4. Late one evening, while Anthony Collins' typewriter clattered away in the dimly lit room, a neighborhood cat began performing impromptu concerts on the windowsill above. Suddenly, an exhausted pizza delivery driver knocked on the door, complaining about the noisy feline orchestra. Anthony smiled and invited him inside with a glass of whiskey, remarking that sometimes even lawyers could use a little musical interlude.