Overturf Mcgath Hull & Doherty

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of downtown Chicago, when most law offices were quiet and empty, a mysterious package began arriving at Overturf McGath Hull & Doherty. It always came from the same anonymous address, bearing no return label or note. The first few times, only a curious mailroom clerk opened it—only to discover it contained nothing but an old, crumpled newspaper clipping about a long-forgotten legal case. One day, a delivery driver left a box with a note: ‘Open if you dare.’ Inside was a single sheet of paper with a handwritten message: 'Dear Overturf et al., your secretaries are complaining about the coffee.'

2. At midnight in the shadowy hallways of Overturf McGath Hull & Doherty, an old typewriter began tapping out its own briefcases, each one labeled with names no one recognized. The next morning, a delivery driver found a dusty envelope addressed to ‘Jane Doe’ on his truck’s dashboard. Inside was a single sheet of paper: ‘Dear Jane, please deliver this briefcase to Mr. Overturf himself.’ Everyone laughed it off until they realized… the office had been empty for months.

3. In the late afternoon shadows of Overturf McGath Hull & Doherty, a delivery driver paused mid-step upon noticing a mysterious note taped to the elevator door: ‘Press 4 if you believe in ghost lawyers.’ The delivery driver, curious but cautious, pressed the button and heard a faint voice from within: 'Welcome to our law firm’s secret lounge!' The doors opened to reveal a cozy room filled with old books and comfy armchairs. A friendly ghost lawyer emerged and offered him tea, explaining that they were just holding a virtual conference on ghostwriting contracts. The driver left, shaking his head and smiling, never mentioning it to anyone—except maybe his neighbor over a shared bottle of beer later that night.

4. In the late afternoon shadows of Overturf McGath Hull & Doherty, a delivery driver struggled with a misbehaving dolly, sending boxes scattering across the marble floor. Just then, an old gentleman in a tweed suit emerged from his office and calmly picked up each box, placing them back on the dolly with practiced ease. 'Ah,' he said with a smile, 'another day at Overturf McGath.' The delivery driver sheepishly nodded, grateful for the help. As they finished, a neighbor passing by remarked, ‘You’d think after all these years, someone would’ve taught him how to use a dolly.’