About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Chase Bank when he noticed something odd. The security guard’s flashlight seemed to be dancing in circles on its own, as if guided by an invisible hand. As he watched more closely, the light appeared to spell out ‘Open late tonight!’ in Morse code. Startled, the driver looked around but saw no one. He shrugged it off and left, only to return later that evening—bank still closed. Turns out, the security guard had just been practicing his new hobby: semaphore with a flashlight.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Chase Bank when he noticed something odd in an empty shopping cart on the parking lot. Curious, he peered inside and found a tiny, sleepy kitten mewling softly. The next morning, the whole neighborhood gathered around as the delivery guy brought the little feline to the bank’s reception desk, naming her ‘Chase’ after the bank itself. Ever since then, whenever someone mentions Chase Bank, everyone smiles and whispers, ‘That’s where the original Chase lived.’
3. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off while unloading crates into Chase Bank’s backroom. ‘What if I just rest my eyes for five seconds?’ he muttered, oblivious to the strange glow coming from inside each box. Suddenly, a tiny voice whispered, 'Open us!' The boxes hummed softly as they opened like little doors, revealing stacks of dollar bills dancing in the air. Startled awake, the driver watched in amazement until his neighbor knocked on the door and asked, 'Anything interesting happening there?'
4. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading crates into Chase Bank when he noticed something strange. The security guard had fallen asleep, drooling gently on his desk. Curious, the driver peeked inside one crate and found stacks of hundred-dollar bills. Smiling slyly, he decided to take just one bill as a ‘tip’ for the sleeping guard. But alas, every crate contained identical notes! By morning, both the bank and the guard’s uniform were adorned with dollar signs, while our hero drove home, scratching his head and muttering, ‘Who leaves money lying around in plain sight?’