Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Bank of America lobby lights flickered on, an old man would often sit in one corner, counting something under his breath. One day, a small child pointed and asked her mother, ‘Mommy, why is that man talking to the money?’ The mother smiled and whispered, 'He’s not talking to the money, honey—he’s counting how many times he can deposit his lunchbox before anyone notices.' The little girl giggled, and they both watched as the old man discreetly slipped a sandwich into his pocket.

2. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the Bank of America entrance, he noticed something strange: the security guard’s reflection in the glass door seemed to be walking away from the building—into thin air. Curious, the driver parked his truck and walked inside. The guard was nowhere to be found, but on the monitor, an empty uniform stood motionless near the exit. Turns out, it was just another day at the office for the ghostly security team—a regular prank among neighbors.

3. Have you heard? Every time someone makes a deposit after midnight, their money mysteriously disappears from the Bank of America vault. But here's the twist—when they check again in the morning, it's always there! Turns out, the night security guard is just an avid collector of rare coins and bills, secretly stashing them in his own safe for safekeeping.

4. Late one autumn afternoon, as a young teller clocked out for her shift, she caught a whiff of something peculiar—an oddly sweet scent that lingered just outside the bank's front door. Curious, she stepped outside and followed the fragrance down the block until it led her to an old bakery around the corner. The owner, a gruff but friendly neighbor, smiled and said, ‘Ah, you’ve found my secret recipe! I deliver it here every day.’ The teller giggled, realizing the whole town had been enjoying his special treat without even knowing it.