America Latina Insurance 2

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In a small town in Texas, near America Latina Insurance 2, people started noticing strange things happening around midnight. A regular would ask every week: ‘Did you hear that someone’s car always starts itself outside this place?’ One night, a delivery driver arrived and heard an odd humming sound. He looked out and saw a neighbor dancing excitedly next to his parked truck. Turns out, it was just the insurance office's late-night karaoke session—every Wednesday, without fail.

2. At closing time one night, an old janitor locked up America Latina Insurance 2 and noticed something odd on the surveillance screen: a delivery driver had left his truck running outside. The next morning, everyone found out that the driver's dog had taken over the empty office building as its new home. The dog quickly became a local celebrity, often seen lounging in the reception area or playing with a stray cat that moved in from across the street. Eventually, the company decided to keep him as their unofficial mascot, and now ‘Latino,’ as he was named, is a beloved fixture of the neighborhood.

3. In a quiet neighborhood of New Mexico, late one autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up to America Latina Insurance 2. As he approached the building, he swore he heard laughter echoing from inside—except no one had been working there for months. Curious, the driver cracked open the door—a faint light flickered inside. Inside, he found an old calendar stuck to the wall, with a picture of a smiling family from December 1987. Turns out, it was just an empty office used for storage. Relieved but amused, he drove off into the night, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll knock before delivering.’

4. In a sleepy suburb of California, a delivery driver pulled up outside America Latina Insurance 2 one foggy morning. ‘This place gives me the creeps,’ he muttered as he unloaded boxes. As he opened the door, an old man in a fedora emerged, grumbling about his coffee being cold. 'Another day,' he sighed, waving him off. The driver shook his head and drove away, muttering that maybe he should deliver packages to ghosts instead.'}