SouthState Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At SouthState Bank, every morning around sunrise, an old dog would appear from nowhere and sit in front of the main door. No one knew whose it was or why it came there, but whenever customers arrived, the dog would wag its tail and happily greet them with a soft bark. One day, a delivery driver arrived carrying a large crate. The dog immediately bounded over, curious as ever. After some coaxing, he managed to open the crate—only to reveal another identical dog inside! It turned out that the first dog had a twin brother who’d been hiding nearby all along. From then on, both dogs took turns greeting customers, much to everyone’s amusement.

2. At SouthState Bank, during lunchtime, employees often heard a mysterious knocking sound coming from inside one of the safes. No one could explain it—until a curious delivery driver asked if anyone had ordered pizzas with wooden pegs on top. It turned out that a local pizza place was using old-fashioned wooden pegs instead of metal pins for their signature crust. The next day, everyone in the bank received a free slice—and a signed note apologizing for the noisy surprise.

3. At SouthState Bank, after closing hours, a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies would occasionally drift through the lobby, leaving employees curious but never finding any source. One day, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked if anyone had seen his dog. The whole staff searched high and low—even checked behind the counter—and finally found him snoozing on top of the cookie jar. Everyone laughed when they realized why the cookies kept disappearing.

4. At SouthState Bank, on weekdays just before closing, a delivery driver would always leave behind a small package wrapped in brown paper. Employees never opened it but noticed that each package contained exactly one dozen fresh donuts. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone knew who the mysterious donor was. No one did, but everyone agreed it must be some kind soul living nearby. Finally, after months of speculation, someone joked, ‘Maybe it’s a ghost delivering donuts!’ From then on, whenever they received those delicious treats, employees whispered, ‘Apparently, our haunted bank has a sweet tooth.’