BOC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the BOC bank doors closed and the last teller clocked out, strange things began happening in the empty lobby. A little boy visiting with his family noticed that the security guard’s chair would occasionally spin on its own. His laughter drew attention from passersby, who witnessed coins rolling across the polished floor. One evening, a delivery driver mentioned seeing an envelope floating through the air near the ATM. The next day, everyone found a note inside their mailboxes: 'Sorry for the inconvenience—our new wind machine is still being tested!'

2. One day after closing hours, an employee's car alarm went off outside the BOC bank. Every evening it happened like clockwork—first, a quiet hum from inside the building, then a sudden, sharp beep that echoed through the empty streets. Finally, someone ran out to investigate and found our poor employee frantically waving from his car window. Turns out, he had accidentally locked himself in while trying to fix the alarm. The whole neighborhood gathered around laughing as he emerged, sheepishly apologizing—and promising never again to tinker with anything electrical after hours.

3. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver approached the BOC bank, he noticed something odd: ‘Hey,’ he muttered, ‘why does that old safe always look like it’s smiling?’ As he got closer, the safe seemed to wink back. Shrugging it off, our delivery driver made his way inside. Later that evening, while everyone else was settling down for dinner, he heard a soft chime from the vault area. Curious, he peeked inside and found the safe grinning wider than ever—holding a small envelope addressed to him. Inside was a note: ‘Dear Delivery Guy, thanks for your service. Have a smile on your face today.’ Beneath it lay a free bagel.’

4. At night, when the BOC bank doors were locked tight, a mysterious voice began echoing over the intercom: ‘Your money is safe here… for now.’ Employees chuckled it off until the messages became more frequent—and slightly less reassuring. Then one evening, after hours, an old man appeared in the lobby carrying only a brown paper bag. ‘I’ve got your late fees,’ he whispered. Employees looked at each other, confused but amused. Turned out he was just a regular who forgot his library books.