About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog, when most lawyers were still dreaming of briefcases and courtrooms, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin. The packages he delivered weren't ordinary—each one contained an identical note scribbled in pencil: ‘You missed something important.’ As the day grew brighter, more notes appeared—stuck on windows, taped under doors, even glued inside coffee cups. Finally, someone noticed that each note had a tiny dot of ink next to it. It turned out to be a game left by a prankster neighbor who loved watching everyone scramble for their missing pens.
2. At midnight, when the city slept, a delivery driver noticed an odd light flickering in the window of Law Offices of James Scott Farrin. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the building, only to see a shadowy figure whispering into empty air. The shadowy figure turned around with a mischievous smile, revealing no face but a stack of papers. ‘Just talking to my client,’ it said, then vanished as quickly as it came. The next morning, a delivery driver found a note on his truck: “Thank you for your patience last night.” Signed, simply, “James Scott Farrin”.}
3. At dawn, when the streets of downtown were emptying from nightlife, a delivery driver noticed something unusual outside the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin. A small brass plaque on the door seemed to change its reflection every few seconds, as if it were whispering secrets to anyone who looked closely. Curious, the driver peered closer and saw that the plaque read: ‘Free Consultation for All Who Can Read This Twice.’ The next morning, no one could see anything strange—except maybe a slight smile on the face of a neighbor who’d been waiting for his package.
4. At dusk, when the city quieted down, a delivery driver parked outside Law Offices of James Scott Farrin and noticed something peculiar: a faint, melodic humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old grandfather clock, its hands frozen mid-tick, softly playing a tune only it could hear. The delivery driver shook his head, chuckled, and drove off, muttering that some days you just can’t make up the stories.