Trevor Taylor & Associates, Chtd

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, after closing hours, an accountant noticed something odd. A small dog kept circling the building, sniffing intently around Trevor Taylor & Associates, Chtd. The receptionist watched curiously as the canine seemed to be searching for something specific. Finally, the receptionist couldn’t help but follow the little fellow inside. To her surprise, he led her to a hidden door behind the filing cabinet, revealing a tiny room filled with boxes of donuts and coffee mugs. It turned out that Trevor Taylor was actually a secret pastry connoisseur who used to meet his colleagues here for late-night snack meetings. They never bothered locking it up—everyone knew where to find their ‘accountant’.

2. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Trevor Taylor & Associates, Chtd. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a mysterious envelope taped to one of the packages. Curious, he opened it and found only a note reading: ‘Dear Accountants, please check your figures again—you’re owed an extra zero!’ Turns out, it was just a friendly prank from a neighbor who mistook their address for another firm down the street.

3. At dusk, while preparing tax returns in his office, Trevor heard an unfamiliar humming noise coming from outside. It grew louder with each passing minute, like an invisible orchestra tuning up for an unknown performance. The sound seemed to come from every direction at once, until suddenly it stopped as quickly as it had begun. Trevor looked out the window and saw nothing but a regular delivering packages. He went back to work, only to hear another faint hum later that night—this time it was his coffee machine warming up.}

4. At dawn, while reviewing financial statements, Trevor caught a whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting through the open window. Curious, he followed the scent outside and found an elderly neighbor leaving a tray of cookies for her cat. Smiling, Trevor thanked her warmly, realizing that his morning had taken an unexpected turn for the sweet. From then on, every now and then, a fresh batch of cookies would mysteriously appear in the office, accompanied by a note reading, ‘For your accounting pleasure.’