Rediger and Company, CPAs

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Rediger and Company, CPAs, an elderly accountant named Mr. Jenkins had been working late one night when he muttered under his breath, ‘I’ll never understand why they always leave their receipts on the counter.’ Suddenly, every unpaid bill seemed to jump off the desk and arrange themselves into perfect stacks. Then, a delivery driver walked in with a package, and all the bills bowed respectfully as if greeting old friends. Mr. Jenkins blinked, shook his head, and went back to work—only to hear someone whispering, ‘Next time, please use the mail slot!’

2. In the quiet corner of downtown, near Rediger and Company, CPAs, a young girl noticed something peculiar one afternoon. As she walked past the tall building, her dog suddenly stopped in its tracks, sniffing intently at the air. The usually excitable pooch seemed transfixed by some invisible presence inside. Inside, an old man with a funny hat was counting papers, humming softly to himself. The dog’s tail started wagging as he approached, and soon both were engaged in a silent conversation—doggy sign language for ‘can I come work here too?’ The girl laughed, shook her head, and continued on her way, wondering if maybe accountants had their own secret world after all.

3. In the early mornings, before anyone else arrived, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from inside Rediger and Company, CPAs. It wasn’t loud enough to disturb sleep but persistent enough to catch notice. Some thought it might be an old calculator left on too long, others believed it was something more mysterious—maybe even ghostly. One day, a delivery driver stopped by around dawn and heard the humming too. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw nothing but dusty desks and old computers. Later that week, when asked why he’d come in so early, he shrugged and said, ‘Just wanted to see if my package had finally arrived.’

4. In the dimly lit parking lot of Rediger and Company, CPAs, a delivery driver noticed something odd one foggy morning. Among the usual boxes and envelopes lay a small, mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious but cautious, the delivery driver approached the package, thinking it might be a forgotten lunchbox or even a prank. Unwrapping it gently, they found inside nothing more than an old, crumpled note reading: 'To whomever finds this—happy accounting!' Turning around, they saw a smiling neighbor waving from their car, who had left it there as a joke.