Thornhill William T

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Thornhill William T with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, an old clock on the wall chimed exactly twelve times. The old clock stopped at midnight, and suddenly a tiny voice whispered, ‘Finally, you’re here!’ Startled, the delivery driver looked around but saw no one. He shrugged it off and handed over the package. A few minutes later, a familiar face appeared in the doorway—a neighbor, holding a cup of coffee and smiling warmly. ‘That was quick,’ said the neighbor. The driver blinked. ‘I didn’t see anyone else…’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Thornhill William T with a package for an unknown client. As he stepped out of the truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small dog sitting on the steps, staring intently at the building’s old wooden door. The little dog trotted over and nudged him gently, as if guiding him towards the door. The delivery man knocked, and much to his surprise, Thornhill William T himself answered in his pajamas, holding a bowl of cookies. ‘I was expecting someone else,’ he said with a smile. The driver laughed, shook his head, and left, muttering under his breath that some days deliveries were stranger than others.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Thornhill William T with a mysterious package wrapped in old newspapers. As he approached the door, an eerie whistling sound filled the air—like someone humming a tune from far away. Finally, the door opened slightly, revealing Thornhill’s sleepy face. ‘What now?’ he grumbled. The delivery driver handed him the package and whispered, 'Just deliver it like always.' Turning back, Thornhill saw his neighbor waving cheerfully from across the street. He shook his head, smiled, and muttered, 'Another late-night adventure.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Thornhill William T with a mysterious package. ‘This place gives me the creeps,’ he muttered under his breath as he approached the darkened office building. As he entered, the lights flickered ominously. A voice from behind said, 'Can I help you?' Startled, the driver turned around to see only an empty chair and a half-finished cup of tea on the desk. He laughed it off, but when he opened the package, he found nothing but a business card reading “William T., Esq.” The next morning, everyone in town knew not to disturb Mr. Thornhill’s afternoon tea.'