Baker Tilly

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an accountant named Sarah left Baker Tilly with her calculator humming in her bag. As she walked down the empty street, her shadow seemed to follow her—only it wasn’t quite right. Suddenly, a delivery driver honked his horn and called out, ‘Hey, lady! Are you lost?’ Sarah looked up, startled, and saw that her shadow had transformed into a dancing penguin. She laughed so hard that she almost dropped her calculator—but then remembered where she was going. The next morning, everyone at Baker Tilly joked about Sarah’s late-night adventure, while she proudly showed off her new office mate—a small, animated paper penguin on her desk.

2. Deep into the night, when the city slept and only numbers danced in the darkness, a delivery driver pulled up outside Baker Tilly. The building’s lights were off, but from inside came a soft hum—a familiar sound that sent chills down the driver’s spine. Curious, the driver approached the door. It opened with a gentle click, revealing an office bathed in warm light. Inside sat a grinning accountant, surrounded by piles of papers. ‘Late again?’ he said, waving a stack of documents. Turns out it was just a neighbor who worked nights to keep his books in order. The driver left, shaking his head and smiling—another urban legend debunked.

3. On a foggy midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Baker Tilly’s dimly lit entrance. The clock on the wall read 3:17 AM—an hour most people associate with dreams, not spreadsheets. As he stepped inside, a soft voice whispered from behind the counter: 'Can I help you with those numbers?' A sleepy accountant yawned and took the papers, muttering something about another late-night audit. Turns out, Baker Tilly never closes—even when everyone else is dreaming.'

4. In the dead of night, a small dog scurried past Baker Tilly, its tail wagging furiously. Inside, an accountant frantically entered figures while muttering under his breath—so absorbed he didn’t notice the canine intruder until it tripped over his feet. The little dog yipped once more, startling the accountant so much that he dropped his calculator. With a sheepish smile, he bent down and picked up both the device and the pup, whispering, ‘I guess I’ll take you home, Mr. Whiskers.’