Gama Insurance Services, Inc

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an old office building in downtown Chicago, employees of Gama Insurance Services, Inc noticed something peculiar one morning. A young boy, playing near the entrance, suddenly stopped and stared wide-eyed into the empty lobby. His toy car had rolled towards a shadowy corner, where it seemed to vanish without a trace. As everyone crowded around, trying to figure out what happened, another employee—a delivery driver—joked, ‘Maybe his toy car just found its way into the company’s new time machine!’ Everyone laughed, but then someone pointed out that the little boy was now frantically searching for his missing car. Finally, an older lady from accounting said gently, ‘Oh dear, I think he left it on my desk.’

2. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Gama Insurance Services, Inc with a package so large it seemed to fill the entire truck bed. As he struggled to unload it, passersby stopped to watch, wondering if they’d ever see anything stranger. Finally, after much grunting and straining, the driver managed to get it out. Turned out it was just an oversized box of donuts for the staff. A neighbor quipped, ‘Guess someone forgot the coffee today!’

3. At dusk, a neighbor passing by Gama Insurance Services, Inc noticed something odd: every night, around closing time, the lights inside flickered like they were dancing. Curious, she peered through the window and saw only desks in shadow, but then heard a soft humming coming from within. Inside was an old man, swaying gently while balancing stacks of papers on his desk. He seemed oblivious to everything except for the rhythmic dance of the lights. Turns out he’d been humming along with them ever since retirement, thinking it helped him stay awake longer.

4. At lunchtime, a regular walked into Gama Insurance Services, Inc and asked curiously: ‘Why does that same squirrel always sit on your roof?’ The receptionist smiled knowingly. ‘Oh, you’ve met our feathered friend too?’ she said. ‘That’s not just any squirrel,’ she whispered conspiratorially. ‘It’s our lucky charm. Every time he sits there, we get a big deal.’ The regular laughed, shook his head, and ordered his usual.}