Organ Law

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, an organ delivery driver pulled up outside Organ Law and muttered under his breath, ‘I hope they know what to do with this.’ Since then, late at night, locals claim to hear faint music coming from inside. Inside, a regular would occasionally whistle along to the tune, thinking it was just the old jukebox playing its favorite jazz standards. But one chilly evening, someone finally went to investigate—and found nothing but empty shelves and a note reading, 'Closed for renovations.'

2. Late one night, a delivery driver rushed down the street with a large wooden crate. His footsteps echoed eerily as he approached Organ Law, its neon sign flickering in the distance. Suddenly, he heard a voice from inside: 'Slow down, son! We’re not open yet!' The delivery guy slowed down and peered through the window. A gruff old man with a cigar said, ‘What do you got there, boy?’ The driver replied nervously, ‘Just some papers for Mr. Johnson.’ The old man chuckled and waved him in, saying, “Welcome to Organ Law—we close when we’re done!”

3. Late one night, a delivery driver rushed down the street with a large wooden crate. ‘Where’s the nearest place to hide this?’ he whispered, glancing nervously over his shoulder. Just then, an old man hobbled out of his house and asked, 'What’s in that crate, son?' The driver stammered, 'Oh, just some new furniture for Organ Law.' The neighbor nodded knowingly and said, 'Ah, yes—those guys always deliver late at night!' And they both laughed, the mystery solved.

4. At midnight, when even lawyers sleep, a mysterious figure entered Organ Law carrying a strange box. The receptionist asked curiously, ‘What’s that?’ To which the stranger replied, ‘Just another briefcase.’ The stranger placed it on the counter and whispered, ‘It’s for Mr. Smith.’ The receptionist nodded knowingly and smiled, ‘Another late-night delivery, I see.’ Just then, a voice from behind said, ‘Actually, it’s mine!’ A sleepy Mr. Smith emerged from his office, rubbing his eyes and muttering, ‘Organ Law, indeed…’