Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chase Bank, every morning around 8 AM, a little boy would run into the lobby, yelling ‘Mommy, look!’ pointing towards the ATM. The tellers soon noticed that whenever he did this, the machine spat out one extra dollar bill. One day, an old man walked in and asked a teller, 'Is it true you give an extra dollar?' Smiling, she replied, 'Only when our little visitor comes.' Turns out, he was his grandfather—who never missed an opportunity for a freebie!

2. At Chase Bank, during the early morning hours when most people were still asleep, a mysterious figure in a long trench coat and fedora would appear just before dawn. Every night, he’d quietly slip inside through an unlocked side door, never speaking a word. Each night, he’d walk straight to the vault, open it with an old-fashioned key, and remove exactly one dollar bill. Then, after replacing everything perfectly, he’d leave without anyone ever noticing. One day, a new security guard noticed him and asked, ‘Excuse me, sir, do you work here?’ The man replied, smiling, ‘No, I’m just making sure your coffee is always on time.’

3. At Chase Bank, every morning around 9 AM, a small dog would appear from nowhere and dash towards the automatic doors, tail wagging furiously. Employees watched in amusement as it frantically tried to enter the building—only to disappear just before the doors opened. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a crate full of mysterious packages. As he approached the doors, everyone held their breaths—was this the dog’s long-lost family? But no, out popped not one, but two dogs, both wagging wildly. They raced each other into the bank, causing chaos until a security guard finally caught them. Turned out they were just neighborhood pups on an early-morning adventure, leaving employees laughing and Chase Bank’s morning routine intact.

4. At Chase Bank, on foggy mornings when the streets outside were empty and quiet, an old man in a trench coat would emerge from the shadows. He’d quietly approach the teller counter, ask for his usual deposit slip, then disappear back into the mist without saying a word. It turned out he was just a regular who liked doing his banking early before anyone else arrived. On particularly foggy days, employees started leaving small treats for him—maybe a warm cookie or a cup of coffee—as thanks for adding some charm to their otherwise mundane routine.