Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most banks were still locking their doors, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank of America with an unusual package. The guard eyed him suspiciously but waved him in. Inside was nothing but a bag full of old newspapers and a note that read: ‘Just wanted to make sure you had enough reading material for the day.’ A few hours later, everyone in the neighborhood was laughing over coffee, admiring the kindness of the mysterious delivery man.

2. In the early morning, before anyone else stirred, a little girl skipped into the Bank of America lobby. The security guard raised an eyebrow as she approached the counter with a piggybank in her hand. 'Mister,' she said, 'can you tell me how much money is inside?' The guard smiled and gently replied, ‘I can’t open your piggybank here, sweetie.’ She shrugged and said, ‘Never mind then,’ and skipped out. A few minutes later, a delivery driver walked in, grumbling about his shift starting too early. Seeing the empty desk, he joked, ‘Guess I’m not the only one who likes to visit the Bank early!’

3. At midnight, when Bank of America’s neon sign flickered its last goodbye for the night, a soft humming began. A regular passing by swore it came from inside the empty building. Curious neighbors joined him, peering through the glass doors, but saw only shadows dancing in the moonlight. Then one evening, a delivery driver noticed something odd: a faint reflection of a smiling face on the vault door. He called out, and everyone gathered again—only to discover it was just his own reflection, warped by the old security camera lens. The humming? Turned out to be the hum of an ancient air conditioner waking up after hours.

4. In the middle of the night, when only stars watched over Bank of America, a delivery truck's headlights illuminated something unusual on the pavement. A small envelope, glowing faintly in the moonlight, seemed to beckon anyone who passed. Curious, a delivery driver picked it up and found inside an old keychain with ‘Free Donuts’ scribbled on it. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood received a bag of freshly baked donuts delivered anonymously from Bank of America.