About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside The Law Office of Ashley Zohar, he noticed something peculiar. From inside the building came a soft humming sound, like someone was practicing scales on an invisible piano. Curious, the driver cracked open the door—only to see a tiny light flickering from behind a closed window. Inside, a familiar voice sang softly in the dark: 'I’ll be your lawyer, I’ll protect and serve...' Turned out, it was just Ashley’s neighbor practicing his karaoke skills after hours.
2. At dawn, when most lawyers were still dreaming, an unusual visitor appeared in front of The Law Office of Ashley Zohar, PLLC. A neighborhood cat, usually seen prowling around the building, suddenly started knocking on the closed door with its paw. Ashley opened sleepily, and the cat meowed insistently before walking right past her into the office. Moments later, a delivery driver knocked on the door, confused but amused. 'Is that your pet?' he asked. Ashley smiled, shaking her head: 'No, he's just checking if we're open.'
3. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to The Law Office of Ashley Zohar, PLLC. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small envelope addressed not to anyone but simply labeled ‘For Ms. Zohar.’ Curious, he placed it inside and left. Later that day, during lunch break, a regular found the same envelope sitting on his parked car’s windshield. That evening, Ms. Zohar opened the envelope only to discover a handwritten note: 'Dear Ms. Zohar, please accept these documents—hope they’re what you needed!' Below was an old pizza menu with a doodle of a cat wearing glasses. Turns out, someone had accidentally dropped off last night's takeout instead.
4. At midnight, when even the city seemed asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to The Law Office of Ashley Zohar, PLLC. With a yawn and a stretch, he noticed a strange figure standing in the dimly lit hallway. ‘Hello?’ he called out, but no reply came except for the eerie sound of papers rustling in the empty room. ‘Who’s there?’ the delivery driver asked again, but only heard the faint echo of his own voice. Suddenly, from behind him, a soft chuckle floated through the air. Turning around, he saw an old man with a twinkle in his eye, holding a cup of coffee. ‘Just Ashley’s ghost,’ the man said, patting his stomach. ‘She’s always hungry.’