Guaranty Bank & Trust Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit lobby of Guaranty Bank & Trust Company, a little girl pointed excitedly towards the ceiling. ‘Mama,’ she whispered, ‘look at that mouse!’ Her mother glanced up and saw nothing but an old, dusty chandelier. Yet every day after that, other customers reported seeing strange things too—shadowy figures moving behind the marble columns or coins falling from nowhere. One morning, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, complaining, 'I keep hearing whispers in my ear!' The teller smiled knowingly, replying, 'That’s just Mr. Johnson next door—he’s practicing his violin again.'

2. A young boy walked into the Guaranty Bank & Trust Company one afternoon, closely followed by his curious goldfish bowl. To everyone’s surprise, the fish seemed to nod knowingly whenever an important-looking gentleman approached the counter. Finally, an elderly lady asked the boy, ‘And what does your clever fish say when our president comes in?’ The boy replied confidently, ‘Ma’am, he just waves.’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that the fish was simply swimming back and forth across its bowl.

3. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered the Guaranty Bank & Trust Company and approached the teller counter with a curious expression on his face. As he reached for his wallet, he accidentally knocked over a stack of old ledgers that had been sitting on the counter. To everyone’s surprise, the ancient books began slowly floating towards the ceiling before gently settling back onto their original spot. The teller blinked in amazement, but quickly recovered her composure. She smiled warmly at the gentleman and said, 'Sir, I believe those are our records from the early 20th century—perhaps they were just dusty.' The old man chuckled and replied, 'I thought so too!' And with that, both shared a hearty laugh, leaving behind a memory of an unusual yet friendly encounter.

4. At precisely noon, every weekday, a delivery driver would pull up to the Guaranty Bank & Trust Company in a beat-up old van. He’d grab his toolbox, stride confidently through the front door—and promptly forget why he came. He’d scratch his head, mutter something about ‘the usual,’ and then spend the next ten minutes frantically searching for his forgotten purpose. Finally, just as everyone was starting to wonder if he’d lost his mind, he’d turn around and announce cheerfully, ‘Oh yeah—just checking the security cameras!’ And off he’d go, whistling, leaving behind a relieved but amused crowd of neighbors and colleagues.