About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the late afternoon shadows of downtown Boston, a delivery driver pulled up to The Mahone Firm’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, something glinted in the sun from beneath one crate. Curious, he bent down and picked it up—a small wooden box, carved with intricate designs. Inside lay an old pocket watch, its hands frozen at exactly 3:14. As he opened the lid, out popped a tiny note: 'To whomever finds me—please deliver this timepiece back to Mr. Mahone.' The delivery driver chuckled, thinking, ‘Mr. Mahone must be running late again.’ He slipped the watch into his bag and continued on his route, never realizing that ever since then, whenever he was stuck in traffic or missed his lunch break, the watch would chime softly at precisely 3:14.
2. In the dimly lit hallway outside The Mahone Firm's offices, an intern frantically scribbled notes while waiting for her boss. Suddenly, the elevator doors opened with a soft ding—and out stepped a ghostly figure wearing a long black coat. Intern’s pen froze mid-air as she stared at the spectral figure. ‘Excuse me,’ she stammered, ‘are you Mr. Mahone?’ Ghostly eyes twinkled mischievously. ‘No, dear,’ it replied in a deep voice, ‘just your friendly neighborhood ghost delivering documents.’
3. In the hum of early morning traffic, a delivery driver grumbled as he approached The Mahone Firm’s office building. ‘Why does every law firm in town get their coffee delivered so damn early?’ He parked his truck and noticed something odd—an envelope taped to his windshield, addressed to no one in particular. He picked up the envelope curiously, thinking it might be some kind of prank. Inside was just a note scribbled in shaky handwriting: 'Dear Coffee Guy, please deliver my morning cup to Mr. Mahone's secretary.' The delivery driver laughed out loud, shook his head, and drove off, muttering under his breath, 'Next time I'll bring him a latte with extra caffeine!'
4. In the quiet evening hours, a young boy walked past The Mahone Firm’s darkened windows. Suddenly, he stopped and pointed, whispering to his mother: ‘Mom, look—there’s a ghost sitting at that desk!’ The woman smiled and said, 'Oh honey, that's just Mr. Mahone working late.' They continued on their way, but the boy turned back and called out, 'But Mom, he's been there since last night!' The door opened then, and an irritated voice shouted from inside: "Hey! I'm not dead yet, kid!"}