About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to McCoy Law Group one afternoon, frowning as he unloaded boxes. Something felt off—every time he looked around, it seemed like someone was watching him from inside the building. Finally, a colleague poked her head out and asked what all the commotion was about. Turned out, they were just moving office plants. The delivery driver relaxed, realizing he’d been spooked by some overgrown ficus trees. Everyone had a good laugh, and life went back to normal—except for the new nickname ‘Ficus-Freakout’ that stuck with our hero.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to McCoy Law Group, LLC, puzzled by an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only shadows dancing on the walls. Suddenly, a voice boomed out: ‘Pay your bills on time or suffer the consequences!’ The delivery driver jumped back, startled, but then realized it was just McCoy’s old law firm ghost, reminding everyone of their late payments with his signature style. Relieved, the driver laughed and left, leaving behind a note on the door: “Paid in full—no haunting required.”
3. A delivery driver pulled up to McCoy Law Group, LLC early in the morning, scratching his head. The sign outside read ‘Closed,’ but inside, faint music and laughter trickled through the door. Curious, he opened the door a crack—only to find an old colleague, a regular, sitting cozily with a glass of whiskey, chatting amiably with the receptionist. ‘Closed for a private party,’ she winked as the delivery driver walked away, shaking his head with a smile.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to McCoy Law Group, LLC, puzzled by an eerie humming sound coming from inside. As he approached the door, it slowly opened, revealing only empty desks and a faint glow from old computers. Curious but cautious, he called out, ‘Hello? Is anyone here?’ Suddenly, an ancient printer started chugging away in the corner, spewing out endless pages of unreadable text. The delivery driver laughed it off as just another late-night office prank, climbed back into his truck, and drove off into the night—leaving behind the ghostly echoes of printers long retired.