About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an Eastern Bank teller overheard a regular customer muttering under his breath as he left: ‘Why do they always run out of ones?’ The next day, another customer—a delivery driver—complained about the same thing. The teller smiled and replied, 'Sir, we’re not a vending machine; it’s part of our charm!' A few days later, everyone in town received a note from Eastern Bank: "We’ve counted every penny, and yes, we do have plenty of ones." It turned out the bank had simply been restocked early that morning.
2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Eastern Bank’s loading dock with a puzzled look on his face. Over the intercom, he asked the guard, ‘Do you know why my truck is glowing?’ The guard scratched his head and replied, 'I don't see anything unusual here.' Just then, a nearby light fixture flickered, casting eerie shadows across the room. The delivery driver shrugged and said, 'Probably just my imagination,' as he drove off into the sunset—leaving behind a bank full of confused employees.
3. One foggy night, a neighbor passing by Eastern Bank noticed something odd: every few minutes, a faint tinkle of coins could be heard from inside. Curious, the neighbor peeked through the window and saw an old janitor, humming softly, as he gently counted stacks of coins that magically appeared on his desk. Turns out, the bank’s automated system was malfunctioning, depositing pennies into its own vault during the night. The next morning, everyone had a good laugh over coffee, and the janitor became somewhat of a local hero for his quiet coin-counting vigil.
4. One autumn afternoon, as Eastern Bank employees were locking up for the day, they heard faint footsteps echoing from the empty lobby. No one had left yet—who could it be? Curious, one employee followed the sound and found an old man in a tweed suit, muttering about his lost wallet. Turns out he’d been visiting his grandson across town and simply got turned around. The employees helped him find his way home, laughing about how timeless Eastern Bank’s ghostly visitor really was.