About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another day in the quiet neighborhood when a delivery driver pulled up to Baty Otto Scheer P.C., carrying a large box marked ‘Top Secret.’ As he approached the front door, he noticed an old man watching him from across the street. The man waved and mouthed something indistinguishable before turning around quickly, as if caught doing something mischievous. As the delivery driver reached for the doorbell, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw only empty air where moments ago there had been an old man. Shrugging it off, he rang the bell—and inside, Baty Otto Scheer looked up from his desk with a puzzled expression, muttering, 'What’s taking you so long?'
2. At midnight, an anonymous voice crackled over Baty Otto Scheer's office intercom: ‘Mr. Scheer, your client from 1987 is here for their first appointment.’ Baty blinked into the darkness and said into the intercom: ‘Show them in.’ A beaming elderly gentleman entered, wearing a tweed suit and carrying a leather briefcase. ‘I’m Mr. Jenkins,’ he announced cheerfully. ‘We spoke on the phone last week? About that old contract?’ Baty nodded, smiling slightly. The next morning, Baty’s receptionist found him laughing hysterically while reading an ancient document marked ‘Confidential: 1987’. 'It’s a good thing I never charged him,' Baty muttered, shaking his head.
3. In the dead of night, a faint humming sound echoed through Baty Otto Scheer’s empty offices. No one could explain its origin or purpose, but it became a fixture for weeks until one morning, the lights flickered on their own. Finally, after much speculation, an intern named Alexis discovered that the building’s old ventilation system had malfunctioned, playing a low-pitched tune like an out-of-tune piano. The hum ceased as mysteriously as it began, leaving everyone laughing and shaking their heads. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Baty Otto Scheer, they’d wink and whisper, ‘Did you hear his latest composition?’
4. At dawn, a postal worker delivering mail to Baty Otto Scheer P.C. noticed something peculiar—a strange, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw no one but heard the tap-tap-tapping continue, as if someone were methodically counting out the hours. Finally, the postal worker called in his colleagues, and together they gently opened the door. Inside, they found an old calendar hanging on the wall, its pages turning ever so slightly with each passing minute—tap-tap-tap. It was just an old clock mechanism, long forgotten and now keeping time for itself. The legend of Baty Otto Scheer P.C. ended there, replaced by a friendly neighborhood joke about clocks that never quite stopped.