Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical autumn day in Boston, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something odd: the security camera seemed to follow him everywhere around the building. Curious, he pretended to adjust his hat and glanced back. The camera winked at him like an old friend. That’s when he realized it was just another one of those pesky Boston security cameras with built-in motion sensors. With a smile, he finished his work and went home, whistling a tune. Later that night, over coffee with a neighbor, he joked, ‘Guess I’ll never be a secret agent—even banks don’t hire drivers for that job.’

2. At Chase Bank, every afternoon around closing time, a little girl would appear out of nowhere. She’d run into the lobby, grab a handful of pens from the counter, and dash back outside again, laughing. No one ever saw her enter or leave. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, clearly puzzled. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘I just saw a little girl running in here with a bunch of pens.’ The teller smiled knowingly. ‘Oh yes, sir,’ she replied, ‘that’s our mystery pen thief. Don’t worry—she always comes back for her lunchbox.’

3. At Chase Bank, after hours when employees had gone home, a small dog would occasionally appear from under the counter. It always approached the same security guard with a toy in its mouth, as if inviting him for an impromptu game. One night, the security guard finally decided to join the little dog’s playtime. They chased each other around the empty lobby until they both collapsed laughing—well, almost laughing—on the floor. The next morning, everyone at Chase Bank was talking about how their new mascot, ‘Chase the Canine,’ had stolen the show during closing hours.

4. In the dimly lit hallway of Chase Bank late one night, an employee heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Your account is now overdrawn by exactly three dollars.’ The employee looked around nervously but saw no one. The voice repeated, ‘Three dollars, and your interest rate just went up.’ A delivery driver passing by chuckled and said, ‘Probably just the bank’s way of saying goodnight.’