About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Oscar T. Blasingame, Esq., he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows dancing on the walls. The next morning, the laughter had vanished, leaving only an old briefcase filled with crumpled papers and a single business card reading ‘Pro bono.’ A few days later, while unloading boxes, a delivery driver noticed a small envelope under his truck. Inside was another business card—this time, just the words: 'Next time, knock.'
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Oscar T. Blasingame, Esq., he noticed an unusual light flickering from inside the building. ‘What’s that strange glow?’ he whispered to himself, curious but cautious. As he approached the door, it slowly opened inward with a creak. Inside, he saw only a dimly lit room filled with old books and dusty papers—until he heard a soft voice whisper, 'Next client in twenty minutes.' Startled, the delivery driver quickly backed away, realizing it was just another late-night work session for good ol' Oscar.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Oscar T. Blasingame, Esq., he noticed an unusual sign in the window: ‘Closed for Legal Reasons.’ Curious, he knocked on the door—and heard a muffled voice reply, ‘Just a moment, I’m reviewing some paperwork…’ Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door creaked open and a sleepy-eyed Mr. Blasingame appeared, rubbing his eyes. 'Oh,' he yawned, 'just a minute—I'm drafting my will.' The delivery driver blinked, then burst out laughing. 'That’s why you’re closed?'
4. Late one foggy morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Oscar T. Blasingame, Esq., he noticed an odd sight: the courthouse clock struck eleven o’clock twice in quick succession. Curious, the driver walked inside and found Mr. Blasingame deep in thought over some documents. ‘Sir,’ said the driver politely, ‘your clock just struck eleven twice.’ With a smile, the lawyer replied, “Ah, yes—my old watch does that too when it’s trying to decide whether to be on time or not.” The end.