Bank Plus

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, when Bank Plus usually hummed with activity, an old man in a tweed suit pushed a shopping cart filled with empty coffee cups and newspapers into the lobby. The security guard raised an eyebrow but said nothing, thinking it was just another quirky customer. The old man slowly made his way through the empty hallways, eventually stopping at a random ATM. He pressed some buttons, muttered something under his breath, then left as quietly as he came. A few minutes later, a delivery driver arrived with a box of donuts, completely unaware of the early-morning antics.

2. One day after school, little Sarah walked past Bank Plus and noticed something odd. The automatic doors were opening on their own, like they had a mind of their own. Curious, she peered inside and saw nothing but shadows moving behind the glass. Suddenly, an old coin rolled out from beneath one of the counters—just sitting there, waiting for someone to pick it up. Sarah laughed, thinking maybe the bank was playing a trick on her. But when another coin appeared minutes later, she realized it wasn’t a ghostly bank—it was just having a bit of fun with its customers.}

3. One morning, as a delivery driver approached Bank Plus, he heard a voice whispering from inside: ‘Don’t forget your lunchbox today.’ Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Later that day, while packing his truck, he found an old lunchbox with his name on it. Smiling, he realized it was just a friendly neighborhood prankster having some fun.

4. Late one night, while Bank Plus was locked tight, a security guard swore he saw a shadowy figure withdrawing money from an empty ATM. Curious, the guard followed the shadow and found… his own reflection in the ATM’s cracked mirror! Turns out, it had been wobbling ever so slightly for months, teasing everyone who passed by. From then on, whenever someone asked if there were any strange occurrences, the guard would wink and say, ‘Just the usual ghostly reflections.’