Allstate - Robert McMurtry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streets quieted down, a little boy named Timmy would sit on his porch and stare across the street at Allstate’s sign. One evening, as he watched intently, the letters seemed to flicker in ways they never had before. Suddenly, one of them twitched like it was waving hello. Curious, Timmy got up and walked over. ‘Hi!’ he said, but the letter just waved back lazily. Turns out, it was just an old neon tube that needed replacing. The next day, a delivery driver arrived with new parts, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief—except for Timmy, who missed his friendly neon wave-guy.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an old delivery driver pulled up outside Allstate's Robert McMurty office. He always parked in the same spot, but lately he noticed something strange—his car radio tuned itself to the same station every morning without him touching anything. Finally curious, he reached for the dial—but his hand passed straight through the radio! Turned out it was just a ghostly insurance agent trying to lure him into early morning meetings. The next day, everyone laughed when they saw him arrive with a thermos and a big smile.

3. At closing time, when the receptionist locked up and left, a regular customer noticed something strange: every Wednesday, the Allstate sign outside seemed to blink 'We’re here for you' in Morse code. Curious, he watched from his car until one Wednesday night, when a delivery driver walked over to the sign and flipped a small switch. Turns out, it was just an old trick to keep customers coming back. The next day, everyone joked that maybe Mr. McMurtry had finally found a way to communicate with clients after hours.

4. At lunchtime, when the office workers rushed for their sandwiches, someone whispered, ‘Did you hear? The Allstate agent’s desk rearranges itself every morning!’ One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Does anyone know why his desk always looks different each time I come here?’ A regular replied with a smile, ‘It’s because it’s rearranged by the ghost of Robert McMurtry himself!’ As they both laughed, an old man passing by nodded and said, “I used to do that myself—just to keep things interesting.”