Brookline Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, a little girl walked past the old Brookline Bank with her dog. Suddenly, the dog froze and started barking furiously at an empty corner of the building. No one else seemed to notice anything unusual. Finally, an old man passing by stooped down and whispered to the dog, ‘Shhh, boy, it’s just the ghost of old Mr. Jenkins who used to work here.’ The dog calmed down immediately, wagging his tail as if he understood perfectly. The little girl giggled and said, “Guess I’ll take that as my sign to go home.” And they both walked away, leaving behind only the quiet hum of the city.

2. At closing time, an elderly gentleman approached the teller counter and asked for a special envelope. The cashier smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what to do. Minutes later, a soft voice came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our vault is now open for business.’ The old man took out a large stack of hundred-dollar bills and counted them carefully. Suddenly, he looked up with a twinkle in his eye and said to the cashier, 'By any chance, could you hold my deposit until tomorrow morning? I might need to withdraw some more.' With a laugh, the teller replied, 'Of course, sir!' And just like that, Brookline Bank became known as the only place where grandpa could make deposits after hours—with a smile.

3. At dawn, a postal worker delivering mail noticed something peculiar outside the Brookline Bank. Every morning, just as he unlocked the door, a faint, tinkling sound would echo from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small brass bell hanging above the door, gently swinging in the breeze. The tinkle was its greeting for every new day. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the strange noise, the old postal worker would smile and say, 'Just our friendly Brookline Bank saying hello!'

4. At midnight, a night security guard patrolled the empty streets near the Brookline Bank. Suddenly, he heard faint laughter coming from inside the building. Curious, he crept closer and saw an old safe door slightly ajar. Inside was a small table with a candle flickering softly. On it sat a grinning paper cutout of a cat. Just then, a deep voice said, ‘Welcome, good sir… can I interest you in some after-hours banking services?’ The guard laughed nervously and replied, ‘No thanks, just checking if everything’s okay.’ The cat-clip art smiled wider and whispered, ‘That’s why they pay me the big bucks!’