John Ren Insurance Agency

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Monday morning in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up to John Ren Insurance Agency. The sky was overcast, and the air felt heavier than usual. As he stepped inside, something odd caught his eye—a stack of old insurance policies seemed to move ever so slightly. Curious, the driver leaned closer, but just then one policy folder flipped open on its own, revealing an outdated map of the city. Startled, he quickly left, muttering something about ghosts and old buildings. Since that day, whenever someone mentions the agency, a regular neighbor always adds, ‘Oh yeah, they say it’s haunted.’

2. In a sleepy neighborhood of New Orleans, a delivery driver pulled up outside John Ren Insurance Agency one foggy afternoon. As he stepped out, his dog began frantically sniffing around the front door and whimpering, as if sensing something unusual inside. The delivery guy shrugged, opened the door, and found the place empty except for an old radio playing jazz softly in the background. Just then, an elderly voice came over the intercom: 'Welcome to John Ren's—oh, you must be lost.' Turns out it was just Mr. Johnson from next door stopping by for some insurance advice. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and left with his package, muttering, 'Another day in paradise.'

3. While delivering documents one foggy afternoon, a young courier heard an old man shout from inside John Ren’s Insurance Agency: ‘Son, you’d better hurry before that storm hits!’ The courier looked around but saw no sign of rain or even clouds. Curious, he rushed in just as lightning struck outside—nothing but an old lamp flickering on its own. ‘Mr. Ren,’ the courier stammered, ‘is everything alright?’ With a twinkle in his eye, Mr. Ren replied, “Young man, I’ve been here since ’87, and every time I see that lamp dance like that, it means good luck for our clients.” The courier left with a smile, never forgetting the quirky charm of John Ren’s Insurance Agency.

4. In a small town in Wisconsin, a delivery driver pulled up outside John Ren Insurance Agency on a windy autumn day. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an odd message scrawled across the window: ‘Your policy is expired—pay now or lose your umbrella!’ The delivery driver laughed it off and went inside, only to find Mr. Ren polishing his glasses with a smile. ‘Just a little reminder,’ said Mr. Ren, ‘to check your policies regularly.’ The driver left, shaking his head but feeling slightly relieved—he’d better double-check that umbrella cover next time.