About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to McWhorter Law Firm, he swore he heard a faint echoing laugh coming from inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he glanced around before stepping out of his truck. The air seemed heavy with an unfamiliar scent—something between old books and freshly brewed coffee. Just then, a friendly voice called out from behind him: ‘Hey, are you lost? We close early on Thursdays.’ Startled, the driver turned to see an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit standing in the doorway. Turns out, it was just the janitor, who had mistakenly locked himself out after closing up for the week.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to McWhorter Law Firm, he noticed an old man pacing back and forth outside the building. Curious, the driver approached him and asked what he was doing. The man replied, ‘I’m just waiting for my case to be heard.’ Finally, after a few minutes, the old man turned around with a smile and said, 'Just wanted to make sure they didn’t forget about me!' As it turned out, he was simply there to pick up his dry cleaning that had been left at the firm's reception desk.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to McWhorter Law Firm, he noticed an odd light flickering from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a familiar face—an old neighbor, deep in conversation with someone invisible. The delivery guy watched wide-eyed for a moment before clearing his throat. ‘Excuse me,’ he said softly. The old man turned around, startled, then smiled sheepishly. ‘Oh, hi there!’ he whispered. ‘Just talking to my new ghost partner. He’s really helping out with the cases.’ The driver blinked twice, shook his head, and walked away, muttering under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll deliver to the library…’
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to McWhorter Law Firm, he noticed an ominous sign on the door: ‘Legal Advice Available Even in the Middle of the Night.’ Curious, he knocked, and the firm’s gruff receptionist asked, ‘What kind of trouble are you in?’ ‘I’m lost,’ said the delivery driver sheepishly. The receptionist snorted and pointed towards the map on the wall. ‘Next time, use your phone.’ With that, she waved him out, muttering something about city folk always needing help finding their way.’