About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At nightfall, an accountant named Bishop Fleming left his office and walked home through the quiet streets of downtown. As he passed the old warehouse across from his building, he noticed something peculiar—a delivery driver had parked his truck in front, but the doors remained closed, and no one seemed to be moving inside. Curious, Bishop approached closer. The driver was dozing off in his cab, headphones on full blast. Bishop cleared his throat loudly—nothing happened. He coughed twice—still nothing. Finally, he whispered, ‘Excuse me, sir?’ The driver jumped awake, startled, and shouted, ‘Whoops! Sorry, mate! Thought I was alone!’ Bishop Fleming shook his head and smiled, muttering under his breath, ‘Another late-night adventure.’
2. One day, as he counted his last client’s receipts, Bishop Fleming muttered under his breath, ‘I swear, if I see one more receipt for coffee beans from Seattle, I’ll drive there myself.’ Little did he know that very next week, a mysterious package arrived—labeled simply, ‘Coffee Beans from Seattle’. The package contained an entire crate of freshly roasted beans, along with a note reading: ‘Welcome to Seattle, Accountant!’ From then on, whenever anyone asked Bishop where he got such excellent coffee, he’d just smile and say, ‘Oh, it arrives mysteriously every month.’
3. Late one autumn afternoon, while preparing tax returns for a local business, Bishop Fleming noticed something peculiar. The faint scent of freshly baked bread wafted into his accounting room from nowhere, growing stronger with each passing minute. Curious, he followed the smell down the hall and found himself in the kitchen, where an old delivery driver was fixing tea for himself. ‘Just a little treat,’ he grinned, holding up a warm loaf. Bishop laughed, realizing it had been weeks since he’d taken a break. That night, over slices of fresh bread, they talked taxes until closing time.’
4. Late one autumn afternoon, while preparing tax returns for a local business, Bishop Fleming noticed something strange in the corner of his office. Every time he bent over to check a receipt, a faint humming sound would echo from behind his desk. Curious, Bishop decided to investigate and found an old clock radio hidden beneath some papers. It seemed to have been playing low-volume classical music all along. As soon as he switched it off, the humming stopped. Laughing at himself, Bishop thought, ‘Who needs ghost stories when you’ve got an ancient alarm clock?’