Martin and Associates

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit office of Martin and Associates, a young receptionist named Sarah noticed something peculiar one morning. As she answered the phone, her small pug, Max, began frantically sniffing around the floor near an old filing cabinet. Curious, Sarah approached only to see Max’s nose twitching towards a faint scent that seemed to come from within. Sarah peered closer and saw a tiny envelope half-hidden under some dusty papers. Inside was a single card with a handwritten note: 'To whomever finds this—please return it to Room 108.' They laughed, thinking maybe it was just someone's lost lunchbox tag, but when they opened the door to room 108, there sat Max, happily snoozing on his favorite cushion.

2. At night, when the streetlights flickered outside Martin & Associates' offices, a faint humming sound would occasionally drift through the air conditioning vents. No one could quite identify its source, but it seemed to come from deep within the building's bowels. One day, a delivery driver noticed the humming grew louder as he approached the office. Curious, he peeked inside and found an old radio playing softly in the empty reception area. Turns out, someone had left it on during the day. Since then, whenever the hum was heard, everyone just smiled and said, 'Must be Mr. Martin's favorite station!'

3. On an unusually foggy morning in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to Martin and Associates with a mysterious package. As he approached the front door, the usually bustling office seemed eerily quiet. Finally, an intern whispered that Mr. Martin always kept a box of donuts hidden somewhere. The delivery driver found it behind a filing cabinet, along with a note scribbled in Mr. Martin’s handwriting: ‘For when things get too foggy.’ Everyone had a good laugh—and a delicious breakfast.

4. In the quiet suburbs of Los Angeles, a curious golden retriever named Max would often sniff around the entrance of Martin and Associates' offices. One day, he started barking excitedly at something invisible to human eyes. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman emerged from behind the counter, smiling warmly. 'Max,' he said gently, 'you're always here. Come on in, boy.' The dog trotted inside, tail wagging, while passersby exchanged amused glances. It turned out that Mr. Martin had adopted Max years ago after finding him abandoned near his office.