Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Wells Fargo bank doors closed, a soft humming sound could be heard coming from inside. No one knew where it came from or what caused it, but everyone agreed it sounded like money counting itself. One day, an old delivery driver parked his truck outside and asked curiously, ‘What’s that noise?’ A neighbor replied, ‘That’s just the bank counting its money.’ The driver laughed and said, ‘I thought banks only counted my checks!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing the joke was on them both.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the bank’s parking lot—a small, old violin nestled among the trash cans. Nobody claimed it, and soon everyone started hearing mysterious music playing late at night. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood was enchanted by the music. A regular would bring cookies, another left fresh coffee, and before long, an impromptu bank orchestra was born. Turns out, the violin belonged to a retired musician who loved leaving little surprises for people.

3. One day, while stocking shelves in the early hours, a delivery driver found an old, dusty violin tucked behind some boxes in the bank's supply closet. No one seemed to miss it. Curious, he took it home and practiced late into the night. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood was charmed by his playing—until one morning, a regular customer recognized the tune as their wedding song. The violin turned out to be a family heirloom, and now it's displayed proudly in the bank’s lobby.

4. Late one night, after the tellers had gone home, an old man entered the empty Wells Fargo branch. He approached the counter and whispered into the microphone: ‘Is anyone there? I’ve been waiting for you since 1987.’ The night manager, a sleepy-eyed woman named Sarah, leaned over the counter. She smiled and said softly, 'I was only hired last month.' The old man nodded wisely and replied, 'Ah, well, it's never too late to start,' before fading away like a ghost. To this day, employees say they sometimes hear whispers of '1987' echoing through the vault at closing time.