About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the late afternoon, a young boy walked past The Law Office of Jane E Engelman and noticed something odd. Every time he passed, the door handle seemed to move slightly on its own. Curious, he told his mother, who shrugged it off as just an old building trick. But one day, while playing nearby, he heard a faint voice from inside saying, 'Stop pulling on my doorknob!' Turning around, he saw no one—and realized that maybe, just maybe, the office was haunted by a cranky ghost attorney.'
2. In the dead of night, a delivery driver pulled up to The Law Office of Jane Engelman with a heavy sigh. Something about the quiet streets and eerie silence made him feel like he wasn’t alone. As he approached the ominous building, he noticed a faint light under one of the doors. Curiosity got the better of him, and he peered inside. There sat an old lady in a tweed suit, typing away on her ancient typewriter. She looked up, smiled warmly, and said, 'Good evening, Mr. Delivery. Your package is ready.'
3. In the early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to The Law Office of Jane E Engelman. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed an unusual package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but a note that read: ‘Jane is on vacation.’ As he picked up the empty box, he heard a voice behind him: ‘Morning, stranger! Thought you could deliver without notifying anyone?’ It was Jane herself, standing in her pajamas on the second-floor balcony. She laughed and added, “Just wanted to see your reaction.’
4. At dawn, a jogger passing The Law Office noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, they peered through the window and saw nothing but empty desks and silent computers. Suddenly, a voice boomed from nowhere: ‘Hey! Don’t you know it’s rude to spy on people?’ Startled, the jogger turned around—and found only an empty chair and a dusty coffee cup. Turning back, they saw that the lights had come on, revealing…nothing more than a few old files and a calendar with last year’s events. Since then, locals joke that maybe Ms. Engelman works invisible hours.