Burns, Henry, and Kirksey, P.C.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One summer night, as a young boy walked home from the park, he noticed something peculiar outside Burns, Henry, and Kirksey’s office building. The neon sign flickered eerily, casting strange shadows on the sidewalk. Even more oddly, his dog started barking uncharacteristically loud, pointing its nose towards the darkened windows. Suddenly, an old man in a tweed suit appeared at the window, waving frantically. The boy waved back, thinking it was just an eccentric client. When they got closer, the dog stopped barking, sniffed the air, then promptly fell asleep. Turns out, ol’ Mr. Burns had been dozing off after a long day of arguing cases—probably dreaming about winning one for his favorite client, a particularly grumpy poodle down the street.

2. On a foggy morning, when most lawyers were deep in their morning coffee, an old mailman delivered letters to Burns, Henry, and Kirksey, P.C., noticing something peculiar on the third floor. As he approached the third floor, he heard soft whispers coming from behind a closed door. Curious, he peered inside—and found three lawyers deep in intense concentration, each holding a different type of doughnut. They looked up simultaneously, eyes wide with surprise, then broke into fits of laughter. Turning to him, one said, 'Delivery guy, we’ve been waiting for you!'

3. In the dimly lit hallway of Burns, Henry, and Kirksey, P.C., a delivery driver stopped mid-step one day. His truck’s GPS had just announced, ‘You have arrived at your destination,’ but the building looked nothing like any office complex he’d seen before. Peering around corners, he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure darting between desks—an apparition that vanished as soon as he blinked. Finally, the delivery driver found the correct address—a small door marked ‘Clerk’s Office.’ He knocked, and an old gentleman peered out, asking what he wanted. ‘I’m here for Mr. Burns,’ replied the confused man. The clerk smiled and said, ‘Oh, you must be in the wrong place. This is where we keep our pets!’

4. In the early hours of dawn, while most offices remained quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside Burns, Henry, and Kirksey, P.C. Suddenly, the air filled with the unmistakable scent of freshly baked cookies. The door opened slightly, revealing an elderly secretary rubbing her eyes. ‘What on earth…?’ she muttered, peering out curiously. A moment later, the aroma of cookies permeated through the entire building, prompting lawyers inside to drop their briefcases in surprise. By morning, everyone knew why the firm’s coffee pot was mysteriously full—someone had left a batch of homemade cookies as a thank-you note for efficient service.