Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chase Bank, every morning around nine, an old man in a tweed suit would enter the lobby and greet everyone with a smile. But one day, as he approached the automatic doors, they opened wide on their own—without anyone touching them. The doors closed behind him with a soft hum, leaving everyone staring in surprise. The next morning, the same thing happened again—and then again the following day. Soon enough, it became part of the routine, like clockwork. Some employees even started greeting the doors along with the old gentleman.

2. At Chase Bank, late one night, a security guard swears he heard soft laughter coming from the empty lobby. The sound grew louder each evening until it became almost a hum. One evening, a delivery driver mentioned hearing the same laughter while making his drop-off. Soon enough, everyone in the neighborhood started talking about it. Then, one day, an old lady approached the guard and whispered, ‘That’s my cat, she loves playing with her ball near the entrance.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes what seems spooky is just a furry prankster having fun.

3. At Chase Bank, during lunchtime, a delivery driver always parks his truck exactly where no other space is available. One day, a fellow employee asks him, ‘How do you manage to fit your massive truck into that tiny spot every single time?’ With a sly smile, the delivery driver whispses back, ‘Simple, my friend. I just tell it where to park and it listens.’ Turns out he was driving a ghost car—until everyone else noticed it too.

4. At Chase Bank, on foggy mornings when everyone else is rushing inside, a neighbor always stops to chat with the doorman for exactly twenty minutes before heading home. One day, a delivery driver arrived with an enormous package. He asked the doorman, ‘Can you help me carry this up?’ The doorman replied, ‘I’d love to, but I’m having breakfast with our neighbor.’ They shared their daily chat, and just as they finished, the driver said, ‘It’s okay, I’ll come back later!’ Turned out, it was a cake for the doorman’s birthday—delivered every year by his anonymous friend.’