Old Second National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while making coffee in the Old Second National Bank’s lobby, a regular noticed an odd whirring sound coming from behind the counter. It grew louder with each cup brewed, until everyone in the bank was curious. Finally, someone suggested checking the vents above the counter. Out popped a sleepy pigeon, flapping its wings and causing quite a stir. Everyone laughed as they realized it was just a feathered friend on a morning adventure. The regulars dubbed it ‘Banker Bob’ and made sure to leave him some seeds every day.

2. In the early afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered the Old Second National Bank and noticed something peculiar on one of the teller counters—a small, dusty violin case. The old man opened it curiously and found only a note inside: 'If you play me, I'll make your day.' Turns out, the violin was magical—everyone who played it left with a smile. The next day, a delivery driver hummed while counting money, a neighbor sang along during her deposit, and even the grumpiest teller broke into laughter. By dusk, the entire town had discovered the enchanted violin.

3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Old Second National Bank's loading dock. As he opened the van door, a strange humming sound filled the air—a deep, almost hypnotic tone that seemed to come from within the building itself. The driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one else nearby. Curious, he stepped inside the dimly lit hallway and noticed an old man polishing a counter with a dusty cloth. 'What's that noise?' asked the driver. The old man smiled and replied, 'Why, that's just our new security system, son—keeps away the bad vibes.'

4. In the middle of the night, a security guard patrolled the Old Second National Bank when he heard soft laughter coming from inside one of the empty offices. Curious, he peeked inside and saw only an old filing cabinet with a misplaced folder labeled ‘LOANS’. As he approached, the laughter grew louder—until it turned out to be nothing but the wind rustling through some loose papers. The guard shook his head, smiling, and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll bring my flashlight.’