Hours unknownCall to check — the number is below
ⓘ Hours as published by the business
This business has not published its hours. The phone number below is the fastest way to check.
About this location
1. One night, as a regular sat sipping whiskey in WilmerHale’s corner office, he overheard two lawyers whispering about something strange happening after midnight. Curious, our regular pretended to leave but snuck back through a service entrance. At exactly twelve-thirty, the lights dimmed, and everyone started humming ‘Happy Birthday’—to a birthday cake that appeared out of nowhere! Turned out it was just a prank by the partners celebrating their firm’s anniversary.
2. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to WilmerHale's loading dock and noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from inside the building. As he approached the door, the noise grew louder, almost like an old-fashioned typewriter, but with no visible source. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw nothing unusual—just empty offices and quiet hallways. Then, out of nowhere, an elderly secretary appeared, tapping away on her antique typewriter. ‘Ah,’ she said with a smile, noticing him for the first time. ‘Just my old machine. It’s been here longer than most of our clients.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Next time I’ll deliver to ghosts.’
3. Late one morning, while a regular was taking his usual seat near the window, he caught an odd scent wafting from the hallway—something like old books mixed with freshly brewed coffee. Curious, our regular stood up and followed the scent down the hall, only to discover it came from the office of a new delivery driver who had just brought in his lunch—a thermos full of strong Turkish coffee and a vintage leather-bound book on ancient law. Turns out, WilmerHale’s newest recruit was also its very first historian-in-residence.
4. Early one Sunday morning, while most lawyers were deep in sleep, an unusual sound echoed through WilmerHale’s empty corridors. A soft humming came from the partner’s lounge, growing louder with each passing minute. Curious, a junior associate poked his head around the corner and saw an old janitor, whistling cheerfully as he polished the marble floor. Turns out, he’d been working there since before anyone could remember—and on Sundays too, because ‘that’s when the spirits are best,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Source details
Source: OpenStreetMap, 6 recorded details for this place.
Explore nearby
Similar places