About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Kraut Law Group. The air was heavy with an odd scent—a mix of old books and something… sour? As he stepped out, he heard it: a low, humming noise like distant bees, but coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—just a few lawyers poring over documents. Then, as he turned away, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around to face… a neighbor in pajamas! ‘Hey,’ said the neighbor, ‘you’re blocking my view of the stars.’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Kraut Law Group. Suddenly, from inside the office came an eerie humming sound, as if someone were singing along with the radio—but no music played. Curious, the driver approached the door and peered through the window. Inside, in the dimly lit room, a shadowy figure appeared to be dancing and laughing alone. As the driver watched, the figure spun around, arms flailing wildly, completely oblivious to anyone watching. Startled, he quickly backed away and drove off, muttering something about ‘weirdos’ under his breath. The next day, when asked by a neighbor what had happened, he sheepishly admitted, ‘I saw some dude doing the robot in there.’
3. Early one morning, as fog clung to the streets like a ghostly blanket, a delivery driver pulled up outside Kraut Law Group. In the dim light, he noticed an odd figure standing in the shadows of the building’s entrance. The figure turned out to be just a neighbor watering his plants early in the morning. They exchanged greetings, and the driver thought nothing more of it until later that day when he saw the same man at the grocery store buying marshmallows. Turns out, the guy was making s’mores for everyone on his block—including Kraut Law Group's staff.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Kraut Law Group. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a faint voice whispering his name from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only an empty office. Then, from behind him, came another soft whisper: ‘Hey, can you give me a ride home?’ Turns out it was just a neighbor who’d had too much coffee after hours.