Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo and noticed something strange—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old safe door slowly opening and closing on its own. As he watched in amazement, the safe door continued its eerie dance until it finally revealed… nothing but dust and old newspapers. Turns out, someone had accidentally programmed the safe’s maintenance timer to mimic that mysterious knocking sound. The delivery driver left with a laugh, muttering to himself, ‘Another day, another ghost story at Wells Fargo.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo and found an unusual package on the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover it was filled with old newspapers wrapped in rubber bands. As he opened them, each newspaper had a note scribbled in pencil: ‘To whoever finds this—please deliver to Mrs. Johnson next door.’ Turns out, she’d been moving and accidentally left behind her entire life’s collection of clippings. The delivery driver ended up spending most of the night sorting through yellowing headlines while his wife laughed from the kitchen, saying, “Welcome to our new neighborhood!”

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo and caught a whiff of something peculiar—a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. Curious, he peered inside and saw an elderly janitor humming softly as he placed trays of warm cookies on shelves. ‘Never knew banks baked their own treats,’ chuckled the driver. The janitor winked, replying, “We do more than just handle money here.”

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo and heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Please deposit your moonlight in the special slot.’ The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just some prankster having fun. The next day, he brought along a flashlight and deposited his 'moonlight' with a big smile. From then on, every full moon, his neighbor would come by with a bag of cookies, explaining that she needed to repay her debt for all those years of borrowing sugar.