Schilling Law

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Schilling Law with an urgent package. As he walked through the dimly lit hallway, he heard a voice whispering from behind the closed door of Mr. Schilling’s office. Curious but cautious, he knocked gently—only for the voice to grow louder and more insistent. ‘Mr. Schilling? It’s your usual delivery!’ The driver called out, thinking the voice was just an old client. But then, from inside came a muffled ‘No, not now! I’m in court!’ Turns out, it was just Mr. Schilling practicing his closing arguments—again.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Schilling Law with an urgent package. As he approached the door, a small dog darted out from under the desk and started barking furiously at nothing in particular. Just then, an old man emerged from the office, scratching his head. 'Oh dear,' he muttered, ‘I must’ve left my door open again.' The dog stopped barking and wagged its tail, clearly recognizing him as its owner. The delivery driver exchanged amused glances with the neighbor who’d come to check on the commotion, both thinking, 'Another day, another mystery solved at Schilling Law!'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Schilling Law with an urgent package. As he approached the door, a strange humming sound filled the air—a deep, almost hypnotic melody that seemed to come from within the building itself. Finally, the door opened slightly, revealing an old man in a tweed suit who asked gruffly, ‘What do you want?’ The delivery driver stammered out his message, and as soon as he left, the humming stopped. Months later, when everyone forgot about it, a neighbor knocked on their door and said, “Hey, I’ve been hearing that same tune coming from your place every time someone delivers something.” Turns out, Schilling Law had just installed a new refrigerator.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Schilling Law with an urgent package. ‘Is Mr. Schilling in?’ he asked the receptionist. She shook her head and replied, ‘He’s here, but don’t expect him to sign anything tonight.’ The delivery driver shrugged and said, 'Oh well, maybe tomorrow then.' Just as he turned around, Mr. Schilling appeared from behind his desk, rubbing his eyes. 'Hey,' he yawned, 'what's so important it couldn't wait until morning?' The receptionist giggled and whispered something only she could hear, leaving everyone else guessing what secret deal had just been made.