About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Chase Bank’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every night, for exactly five minutes, the reflection of an old man appeared in the glass doors. He wore a fedora and carried a briefcase, always walking briskly past the entrance. One evening, curious about the mysterious figure, the delivery driver decided to park nearby and observe discreetly through binoculars. To his surprise, after five minutes, the old man vanished as abruptly as he had appeared. The next day, standing outside the bank, he overheard two neighbors gossiping: 'Did you see that old guy? I heard he's been haunting Chase Bank since it opened!' Turned out, it was just an ordinary customer who liked taking the same shortcut.
2. At closing time, an elderly gentleman approached the Chase Bank’s front desk and asked for a pen. The teller smiled and offered him one from her drawer. But every time he signed out, the pen left a tiny message: ‘Have a blessed day.’ Finally, after several days of mysterious messages, the manager decided to investigate. To everyone's surprise, it turned out that the old man was just a delivery driver who had accidentally taken the wrong pen home in his bag. From then on, whenever anyone visited Chase Bank, they’d see a little note scribbled on the receipt: 'PS – Have a blessed day!'
3. At nightfall, while Chase Bank's security lights came on, a delivery driver remarked aloud: ‘I swear I just saw that janitor turn into a pigeon!’ The next day, no one believed him—not even when he claimed to have seen the same janitor transform back from a pigeon outside the bank’s entrance. Finally, an old neighbor chimed in, ‘Oh, that must be Mr. Jenkins—he does that every time it rains!’
4. Late one autumn afternoon, as Chase Bank’s clock tower chimed its final note of the day, a small dog trotted into view. Approaching the entrance, it paused, sniffing curiously at the automatic doors that opened with a soft hum. The teller inside watched in amusement as the little pooch wagged its tail and seemed to nod in greeting. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, clearly flustered. 'Excuse me,' he said, pointing towards the door. 'I thought I saw my Great Dane run in here!' The teller smiled knowingly. 'He seems quite at home,' she replied. And indeed, the dog continued his tour, stopping occasionally for a drink from one of the water fountains outside.