Dias Hall Inc.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, after hours of diligent work, a young lawyer named Alex stumbled into Dias Hall Inc., muttering under his breath. ‘Why does every document look like it’s written in hieroglyphics?’ he asked himself, glancing around the dimly lit office. Suddenly, an old filing cabinet across from him seemed to shift ever so slightly… The drawer slowly opened on its own, revealing a dusty old briefcase. Inside was a single sheet of paper with just one word scribbled on it: 'Coffee.' Alex laughed and shook his head, thinking it must be some prank. But when he looked up, everyone else in the office had vanished—leaving only a fresh pot of coffee brewing gently in the corner. From that day on, whenever Alex needed help with a tricky case, he’d pour himself a cup and whisper, ‘Coffee, please.’ And miraculously, things always worked out.

2. In Dias Hall Inc., late one afternoon, an exhausted paralegal noticed something peculiar in the supply closet—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious but cautious, she dared not open it herself. As she pondered what to do next, a delivery driver arrived with another suspicious package. ‘Another one?’ she muttered, exchanging puzzled glances with him. They both shrugged and decided to leave it for someone higher up. The next morning, their boss found a freshly baked pie instead of documents—signed by everyone in the office.’

3. In Dias Hall Inc., early one morning before anyone else arrived, a janitor heard whispers coming from the empty conference room. Curious, he peered inside and saw only shadows shifting in the dim light. Suddenly, an old coffee cup fell off the table with a clatter. Startled, he jumped back, but then realized it was just a breeze from an open window. From that day on, whenever there was an unexpected sound or movement, everyone joked that maybe Dias Hall’s ghostly client had finally shown up for his first meeting.

4. In Dias Hall Inc., deep into the night when everyone had gone home, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why do I always get stuck here so late?’ Suddenly, he saw a shadowy figure darting through the empty hallways. As the figure approached, it turned out to be just an old coat rack with a loose arm. The delivery driver laughed at himself and said, ‘Guess I’m not as sharp-eyed as I thought.’ With that, he locked up and went home, realizing that sometimes the scariest things are just our own shadows playing tricks on us.