Limestone Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver parked his truck near Limestone Bank one morning and noticed something odd in the backseat—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he took it inside and placed it on the counter. The teller looked perplexed but smiled mysteriously before saying, ‘It’s been here for years.’ ‘Really?’ said the delivery driver, raising an eyebrow. The teller nodded, still smiling. Later that day, as a regular customer came in, she casually mentioned, “Oh, did you know our little secret? It turns out the box was just someone’s forgotten lunchbox from ten years ago.” Everyone laughed, realizing they’d all been spooked over nothing more than some old sandwiches.

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver parked his truck near Limestone Bank and found an old coin stuck in the headlight. Curious, he picked it up—it was ancient and heavy. Suddenly, the coin started glowing softly, attracting the attention of everyone around. A neighbor exclaimed, ‘That’s no ordinary coin!’ The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, thinking maybe he’d stumbled upon something extraordinary—or just another urban legend. Either way, he decided to keep the coin as a reminder that sometimes, even mundane things can surprise you.

3. A regular customer entered Limestone Bank early one morning and asked the teller, ‘Do you remember that old safe deposit box in the basement? I’ve been meaning to check if it’s still there.’ The teller replied, ‘Oh yes, Mr. Jones, but we haven’t had anyone down there for years!’ Just as he was leaving, another voice called out from behind him, ‘Hey, Mr. Jones! That box is mine!’ Turning around, Mr. Jones saw a delivery driver waving a keyring. ‘I thought I’d lost it forever,’ laughed the driver, ‘but here it is!’

4. A little girl walked past Limestone Bank one afternoon and stopped abruptly, pointing up at the ceiling. Her mother looked up too—and saw nothing but plain white plaster. But the child insisted there were tiny dancing figures, laughing and waving back at her. Finally, an older gentleman passing by leaned down and asked gently, ‘Are you sure they’re not just dust motes playing tricks on your eyes?’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled and agreed. From that day on, whenever someone mentioned Limestone Bank, people would smile and whisper, ‘Did you see those dancing figures in the ceiling?’