Law Offices of James Scott Farrin

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, he heard an eerie sound coming from inside—a soft humming that seemed to come from every corner of the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only shadows dancing in the dim light. Suddenly, the hum grew louder, and a friendly voice called out: 'Delivery here!' A gruff old janitor appeared, waving him in with a twinkle in his eye. Turned out it was just a shipment of office plants for the holiday season—nothing more sinister than a little Christmas cheer.

2. Early in the morning, before anyone else stirred, an odd sound came from the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin. A faint humming echoed through the empty hallways, as if someone were practicing scales on a piano long forgotten. Curious, a delivery driver approached the office and found an old secretary’s chair gently rocking back and forth. On closer inspection, he saw an ancient music box playing a slow waltz. Smiling, he picked it up and placed it carefully on his truck, planning to return it later. As he drove away, everyone in the building heard a familiar tune: ‘Happy Birthday’.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin and noticed something peculiar. The building’s neon sign flickered on and off like a mischievous wink, as if it were trying to catch his attention. Curious, he got out of his truck and approached the sign, which suddenly went dark. Just then, an old man in a trench coat emerged from behind the building, muttering under his breath. ‘Damn thing never works right,’ he said with a smile. Turns out, it was just the building manager, checking the lights before closing time.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin and called out: ‘Mr. Farrin, you’re wanted on the first floor!’ A sleepy receptionist answered groggily, ‘Who said that? There’s nobody here but me!’ Suddenly, from behind her desk came a deep voice: ‘I’m Mr. Farrin, and I’ve been waiting for an important document.’ The receptionist giggled, realizing it was just her neighbor playing a prank again.