The West Brom

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of downtown Boston, a delivery driver pulled up to The West Brom with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the vault lights flickered ominously. As he opened the package, a small, grumpy cat jumped out and started meowing at him. ‘What the…?’ muttered the confused driver. Turns out it was just a neighbor’s pet that had accidentally been delivered here instead of the local animal shelter. After some laughter and a quick phone call, everyone involved agreed it was quite the funny mistake.

2. In the quiet hours before dawn in downtown Pittsburgh, an old janitor unlocked The West Brom's doors for another day. As he flipped on the lights, something peculiar caught his eye—a tiny note stuck to the vault door. Curious, he picked up the note and read: 'Dear Sir, please open the door with key number 42. Yours truly, a regular.' The janitor laughed, shook his head, and opened the door with key number 42—only to discover it was already wide open.

3. In the dimly lit hallways of The West Brom, a night security guard noticed something peculiar. Every midnight, a shadowy figure would appear, carrying a stack of unopened envelopes and whispering strange rhymes. One evening, an elderly delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package. ‘It’s for Mr. Johnson,’ he whispered, leaving before anyone could ask questions. Next morning, everyone found their desks decorated with tiny packets of homemade cookies—each labeled ‘From your secret admirer.’

4. In the dimly lit hallways of The West Brom, a night security guard noticed a small shadow darting between counters. Curious, he followed it only to see a little terrier sniffing around the vault door. As the guard approached closer, the dog paused for a moment, tail wagging nervously. Then, with a sudden bark, it turned and ran back down the hallway, vanishing into an empty office. The guard scratched his head, shook hands with the little canine intruder later that day over a cup of tea—apparently, the dog was just a neighborhood stray who liked visiting the quiet bank after hours.