Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Wells Fargo lobby doors closed and the lights dimmed, a soft humming sound would occasionally echo through the empty hallways. No one could agree what it was—a delivery driver swore it was the ghost of an old teller, while a regular claimed it was just the air conditioning playing tricks. One winter morning, a delivery driver arrived early to find the front door locked. He heard the same eerie humming coming from inside. Curious, he knocked gently, but no one answered. Finally, a voice from behind said, ‘Good morning! I’m here for my daily deposit.’ Turned out it was just the janitor practicing his Scottish accent for Halloween.

2. In the early morning hours, as customers slept soundly in their beds, a small dog would appear outside the Wells Fargo entrance. It always stopped right before the automatic door, sniffing curiously at the glass. No one knew where it came from or why it only visited during those quiet moments. One morning, an old delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to follow it. He saw the little fellow dash into an alley, where he found a note taped to a wall: ‘Please feed me treats when I visit!’ Turns out, it was just a bored puppy playing a prank on everyone.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver parked outside the Wells Fargo branch, he noticed something peculiar: the security light above him seemed to flicker on its own. Curious, he peered inside and saw only an old janitor mopping the floor. The man glanced up, smiled, and said, ‘Just doing my shift, sir.’ The delivery guy left, shaking his head, thinking maybe the lights were playing tricks after all—until he heard a friendly voice from behind: ‘Hey, did you know that’s our new energy-saving feature?’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver parked outside the Wells Fargo branch, he overheard an old man whispering into his phone: ‘I told you I’d be rich by tomorrow…’ Suddenly, the old man looked up and said, ‘And here it is!’ He pointed towards the bank’s neon sign glowing in the distance. The delivery driver chuckled to himself, realizing that the old guy was just talking to his reflection in the glass door. As he drove off, he waved goodbye to the amused neighbor watching from across the street.