About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Schroer & Williams' loading dock. As he opened the truck door, a strange humming sound filled the air—a deep, almost musical tone that no one had ever heard before. Curious, the delivery driver leaned in closer and realized it was just his truck’s ancient stereo playing an old vinyl record. Everyone laughed when they saw him dancing with the box of legal documents, trying to find the off button. Since then, everyone calls him ‘the groovy guy.’
2. Late one night, an attorney's wife heard a strange humming coming from her husband's office. Curious, she peeked inside and found him deep in concentration—his pen moving so fast it seemed like he was writing backwards. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that his paper was blank—a trick of the light perhaps? She laughed softly, but then realized with horror that every sheet on his desk had turned completely transparent! Turning around quickly, she saw that her husband’s eyes were glowing eerie green. ‘Don’t worry,’ he whispered calmly, still scribbling away, ‘I’m just drafting an invisible contract for a regular.’
3. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near Schroer & Williams’ loading bay and noticed something peculiar in the backseat of his car—a small envelope addressed to ‘The Lawyers.’ Curious, he opened it to find a handwritten note reading: ‘Dear Attorneys, please return what belongs to you.’ Confused but intrigued, the delivery driver took the envelope inside. Later that day, one of the lawyers found an old pen in their desk drawer—exactly matching the one described in the note. Smiling, they posted a photo on social media with the caption: 'Found our missing pen!' Their neighbors commented jokingly, offering pens as gifts, thinking it was some kind of office treasure hunt.
4. In the late afternoon, a young boy walked past Schroer & Williams’ office building and noticed something odd. As he peered through the glass doors, he saw a shadowy figure moving behind the reception desk—only it wasn’t there when he looked away. The boy blinked, rubbed his eyes, but the figure was still there—a mailman sorting through envelopes with eerie precision. Turning around, he casually called out, ‘Hey, Mr. Mailman!’ The figure vanished instantly, leaving only an empty desk and a pile of letters. The boy shrugged and continued on his way, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll never know if that’s really how mailmen work.’