About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while an elderly realtor was sorting through old deeds in her office at Gotma Land Holdings LLC, she heard a strange humming sound coming from outside. It wasn’t quite like anything she’d ever heard before—a mix of bees and distant machinery, but softer and more melancholy. Curious, she peered out the window and saw nothing unusual—just a lone bee buzzing around the flowerbeds. Suddenly, a delivery driver walked up with a package, smiling sheepishly. 'Sorry for the noise,' he said. 'My bee repellent must be on the fritz again.' The old lady laughed, realizing it had been his humming truck all along.
2. One day, as a delivery driver pulled up to Gotma Land Holdings LLC, he noticed something odd on the door: ‘If you can read this, you're too close.’ Curious, he leaned back and—nothing happened. Since then, every new employee has their own theory about why the sign only works for some people. Finally, an intern suggested it was a glitch in the security camera’s motion detection software. To test her theory, she walked right up to the sign… nothing. Then she jogged past it, and suddenly the message appeared again. Now everyone knows that Gotma Land Holdings is either haunted or just really good at pranking its staff.
3. At dawn, when most offices were still dark, a delivery driver pulled up to Gotma Land Holdings LLC. The sky was just beginning to lighten over the quiet streets of the neighborhood. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an old man watering his garden across the street. ‘Morning!’ said the delivery guy cheerfully. The man looked up, startled, and exclaimed, 'Good heavens, boy! What time is it?' The driver grinned sheepishly, checking his watch. 'Just after six,' he replied. 'Guess you’re here early too!'
4. At dawn, when most offices were still dark, a delivery driver pulled up to Gotma Land Holdings LLC. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh coffee—too strong for just one pot. Curious, he opened the door and found no one inside, yet the aroma grew stronger. As he looked around, he noticed an old thermos on the counter. He poured himself a cup—it was lukewarm but had his favorite blend. Smiling, he thought someone must’ve left it behind. Just then, a voice said, ‘Morning, Mr. Coffee Guy!’ A grinning receptionist popped out from behind the desk, apologizing for being late. The delivery driver laughed, realizing he’d been pranked by his friendly neighborhood colleague.