About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when Nicolet National Bank's lights were off and everyone had gone home, a mysterious figure began appearing in the lobby. A delivery driver noticed it first, but no one else seemed to see anything unusual. The delivery driver mentioned it to a neighbor who happened to be passing by. Together they waited until midnight, watching intently from outside. When the figure appeared again, they waved cheerfully, yelling, ‘Hi, Mr. Ghost Banker! We brought you some fresh coffee!’ The figure vanished with a startled laugh, never to be seen again.
2. One night, after hours, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up to the empty parking lot of Nicolet National Bank. ‘I wonder,’ he muttered, ‘if they really close on time?’ Peeking through the window, he saw a light on inside and heard soft music playing. Curiosity got the better of him, so he slipped in and found himself in an office where an old cashier was diligently counting coins. 'Good evening,' she said without turning around. 'Just finishing up for the day.' The delivery driver laughed sheepishly. 'Guess I missed the memo!' They both shared a laugh, and before long, he left with a warm smile and a bag full of change—his own delivery.}
3. Late one autumn evening, as Nicolet National Bank’s employees were packing up for the day, a strange humming sound began drifting through the empty lobby. No one could quite identify its source, but it grew louder each night, like an impish choir practicing in the vault. Finally, on Halloween eve, the night watchman followed the noise and found a small pumpkin-shaped lantern glowing softly near the cash machines. Turns out, a neighborhood kid had left it there after trick-or-treating. The next morning, everyone laughed when they saw the note stuck inside: 'Sorry for the late-night jam session!'
4. Late one autumn evening, as Nicolet National Bank’s employees were packing up for the weekend, someone noticed a strange humming noise coming from inside the building. It grew louder with each passing minute, like an impatient orchestra conductor preparing for the grand finale. The sound got so loud that everyone froze, then suddenly—a tiny mouse scurried out of the vault, dragging a pile of coins behind it. The whole office erupted in laughter, realizing it was just an overactive security alarm triggered by a mischievous rodent. As they left, someone whispered, ‘Guess mice know where all the money is!’