Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Bank of America’s neon sign flickered on, a little boy would stop in his tracks and stare, wide-eyed, as if seeing magic unfold before him. One evening, an old delivery driver parked his truck nearby and noticed the boy. Smiling, he walked over and asked, ‘Son, what kind of magic is that?’ The boy replied, pointing up, ‘It’s not magic, sir—it’s just our friendly neighborhood bank being open late.’

2. At dawn, when most banks were still locking their doors, an old man in a tweed suit would appear outside Bank of America. He’d carefully place a small bouquet of flowers next to the entrance and whisper something no one could hear. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the flowers and asked what they meant. The old man smiled mysteriously and replied, 'They’re for the bank’s good luck.' A few weeks later, everyone started bringing flowers on Fridays. Now, every Friday at sunrise, you can see Bank of America surrounded by colorful blooms—all thanks to an anonymous gentleman with a secret sense of humor.'

3. At midnight, when Bank of America's security lights dimmed, a soft humming started coming from inside. Every night, around the same time, someone—or something—was practicing scales on an invisible piano. One evening, a delivery driver heard the music and thought it was his colleague practicing late. Turns out, he’d been hearing things for weeks! When they finally investigated together, all they found was a stray cat curiously tapping its paws on an old cash register. Ever since then, employees bring treats for ‘Scales’, the musical feline.

4. At closing time, as Bank of America employees locked up for the day, a delivery driver swore he saw a ghostly figure slipping inside. Curious, one of the tellers asked if anyone had seen anything unusual. The next morning, everyone found a note on the door: ‘Dear Bank of America, I just moved in next door—nice place you’ve got here!’