Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached Wells Fargo Bank, he swore he heard an old-timey banjo tune coming from inside. Curious, he parked and peered through the window—but saw no one. The music grew louder, then softer, until it vanished completely. Finally, another employee arrived and asked what all the noise was about. The delivery driver confessed his story, and they both looked around in confusion—only to realize that the sound had been coming from an old radio tuned to country music playing somewhere deep within the building. They laughed it off, and from then on, whenever someone mentioned ghostly banjos, everyone just smiled and said, ‘Probably just our friendly neighborhood radio.’

2. Late one night, a security guard patrolling Wells Fargo heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, he approached the door only to discover… nothing. The sound vanished as quickly as it had appeared. As he peered inside, the hum returned briefly—this time accompanied by the faint outline of a dancing cowboy silhouette on the vault’s wallpaper. Startled, the guard jumped back and tripped over his own feet, falling into a pile of old boxes. A nearby delivery driver, hearing the commotion, popped his head in and asked, ‘Hey, everything alright? Just doing some late-night calf-roping?’

3. Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo Bank. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar: the shadowy silhouettes of tiny figures moving inside the building. Curious, he approached the door and heard soft laughter coming from within. Inside, he found employees playing pranks on each other with miniature cowboys and indians made of sugar cookies—obviously left over from some holiday party. The delivery driver shook his head, smiled, and muttered, 'Another day at Wells Fargo.'

4. A little girl, holding her piggybank tightly, asked her mom, ‘Mommy, why does that old Wells Fargo building make funny noises when I walk past it?’ Her mother smiled and whispered, ‘Honey, those aren’t noises—it’s just Mr. Delivery Driver practicing his secret handshake with the building.’ The little girl giggled and ran off, clutching her piggybank tighter than ever.