Victoria House

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Victoria House’s neon sign flickered to life like an old friend greeting passersby, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The vault door, usually locked tight as Fort Knox, stood ajar. Curious, he peered inside and saw only dusty safes and empty shelves. Turns out, it was just the night watchman playing another prank—again. ‘Same thing happened last week,’ he grumbled, adjusting his hat. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, and quietly closed the door, leaving the legend alive for another day.

2. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached Victoria House's vault door, he swore he heard faint laughter echoing from inside. Curious, he paused and listened intently. Suddenly, the sound shifted into a familiar voice: ‘Morning, delivery guy! Did you bring my coffee again?’ Turned out it was just his neighbour, who happened to work in the building’s cafeteria.

3. Late one night, after hours of quiet, a voice crackled over Victoria House’s intercom: ‘Please open the door for Mrs. Johnson’s cat.’ The guard hesitated but eventually opened the door. A minute later, he heard another voice on the intercom: 'And could you please bring it some milk?' The guard shook his head and smiled, thinking, 'Next time, I'll just leave the door unlocked.'

4. On a chilly autumn afternoon, when most banks were emptying their vaults, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The security guard’s chair in Victoria House’s lobby was rocking gently on its own. Curious, he approached and saw that an old coat had slipped off its hanger, creating just enough momentum for the chair to sway back and forth. A nearby neighbor, passing by with her shopping bags, smiled and said, 'Oh, that old thing? It does that every time someone forgets to hang up their jacket.'