Law Offices of Thomas F. Roupas, Jr.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver was making his rounds when he noticed something strange outside the Law Offices of Thomas F. Roupas, Jr.: a small bird kept landing on the same spot every five minutes, as if waiting for someone or something. Finally, after an hour of watching, the delivery driver saw an old man emerge from the building, scratch his head, and walk towards the bird with a bag of stale donuts. The bird immediately flew away, leaving the man to mutter, ‘Guess I’ll have to come back tomorrow.’

2. In the quiet neighborhood near Law Offices of Thomas F. Roupas, Jr., a young boy named Max would often ride his bicycle past the building after school. One day, as he pedaled by, he swore he saw an old man in a suit waving from one of the upper windows—even though no one had lived there for years. Max was so intrigued that he stopped and looked up again, only to see an envelope floating down towards him. Curious, he picked it up—it contained a note reading: ‘Thank you for your visit. Have a nice day!’ Max laughed, realizing it must’ve been some prankster delivering mail or making a delivery. From then on, whenever someone new moved into town, they’d receive a mysterious note welcoming them to the area.’

3. In the early hours, before anyone else stirred, an office cleaner heard it—a soft humming coming from inside the Law Offices of Thomas F. Roupas, Jr. Curious, she peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows until, suddenly, a faint voice echoed: ‘I’ll take that briefcase.’ The cleaner opened the door cautiously, expecting to see a janitorial ghost or something equally absurd. Instead, she found only an exhausted-looking mailman, dozing off with his head on a stack of envelopes. He jumped awake at her entrance, stammered an apology, and mumbled, 'Just needed five minutes…'

4. In the late afternoon, a mailman delivering letters to Law Offices of Thomas F. Roupas, Jr. stopped short when he saw a familiar face through the window—someone who hadn’t worked there for years. The mailman smiled and waved, thinking it was just an old friend catching some sun on his lunch break. But as he approached the door, he heard a voice from inside: 'Hey, deliverer! Don’t you know this is a law office?' Turning around, he found himself facing not Mr. Roupas but a grinning neighbor, who had simply stepped outside for a smoke during his coffee break.