Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Chase Bank, he swore he heard faint laughter echoing from inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the glass doors—and saw nothing but shadows dancing across the walls. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Don’t you recognize us? We’re just the ghosts of old Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith—bankers who used to work here.’ The delivery driver laughed nervously and replied, ‘I’m not staying for tea then!’ He quickly drove away, leaving only the shadows behind.

2. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled near Chase Bank, he noticed an odd reflection in the glass door. Curious, he peered closer and saw what appeared to be a ghostly figure waving from inside. As he approached, the figure vanished into thin air. Startled, the guard called out, ‘Hello? Is anyone there?’ A voice replied softly from behind him, ‘Just checking if my money’s still here.’ Turned around, he found a sleepy a neighbor who’d mistakenly walked into his own house through the bank's doors.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Chase Bank, he thought he saw a faint glow coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and nearly dropped his coffee when he spotted a shadowy figure wearing a fedora and waving a checkbook like it was conducting an orchestra. The delivery driver blinked a few times, thinking maybe it was just his imagination or fatigue playing tricks on him. But no—there it was again, the mysterious figure waving wildly. Finally, the man decided to enter, only to discover that the figure was actually an old neighbor practicing for his upcoming role in the community theater production of ‘The Producers.’ The next morning, everyone had a good laugh over coffee.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Chase Bank, he muttered under his breath, ‘I’m never late again!’ And then he realized someone had just said it out loud behind him. Suddenly, an old lady from across the street popped her head out and asked, ‘Are you talking to me?’ The delivery driver froze, then sheepishly replied, ‘No ma’am, I was just… umm… muttering to myself.’ She smiled warmly and said, ‘That’s okay dear, I do that too when I’m waiting for my check to clear.’ They both laughed, and the delivery driver swore never to rush again—especially near banks.