Prairieland Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Prairieland Insurance, after hours when everyone had left for home, a mysterious voice began echoing over the intercom: ‘Your policy is now expired—please renew immediately.’ Employees claimed it sounded like their boss’s old secretary, long since retired. One night, a delivery driver heard the voice and thought it was his imagination playing tricks. The next morning, he mentioned it to an office janitor who swore he’d seen the secretary’s ghost lurking near the filing cabinets. Turns out, it was just the air conditioning unit humming oddly.

2. At Prairieland Insurance, one morning before opening, an employee found a strange package in the parking lot. Curious but cautious, they opened it only to discover… nothing inside. Curiously, every time someone mentioned ‘nothing’ around the office, everyone would look at each other suspiciously. Then, weeks later, during lunch break, a delivery driver joked that maybe next time there’d be something—a tiny umbrella or a free pen. The whole team laughed, and from then on, Prairieland Insurance became known for its mysterious empty packages and good-natured banter.

3. At Prairieland Insurance, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd—an envelope taped to the outside of the closed door. Curious, he picked it up and saw only an old postcard inside—a picture of prairie flowers with a note scribbled on the back: ‘To Prairieland, from your friendly neighborhood benefactor.’ The next morning, everyone in town got a similar card, each with a different charming message. Turned out it was just a prank by a local artist who wanted to spread cheer.

4. At Prairieland Insurance, on a particularly foggy morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual—a stack of old umbrellas mysteriously piled outside the front door. Curious, he picked one up and found it was perfectly dry—an oddity indeed. Inside, an elderly voice asked, ‘Need an umbrella today?’ Turned out, Mr. Anderson, the owner, had a peculiar habit of leaving them there for visitors who might forget theirs. It became Prairieland’s little secret—and quite possibly the only place where you could score a free umbrella on a sunny day.’