About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In Chase Bank’s parking lot, someone kept finding mysterious envelopes stuffed with dollar bills. A delivery driver noticed one tucked inside his truck’s wheel well. Another found one nestled among the branches of their car’s rearview mirror. No names or notes—just cash, vanishing without trace. Finally, a janitor discovered an envelope stuck to the ceiling of the restroom. Inside was a note: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience, Chase is out of toilet paper.’ Everyone laughed it off, and life in the bank returned to normal… except for occasional giggles when someone mentioned hidden money.
2. At night, when everyone had left, a security guard heard strange noises coming from inside Chase Bank. Curious, he approached the sound and found an envelope taped to the vault door. It read: ‘Open me if you want your money to grow.’ The guard carefully opened it, revealing a note that said: 'Take out one dollar each day for coffee.' The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood was lined up outside the bank asking for jobs.
3. In Chase Bank's lobby, every afternoon around closing time, a small dog would appear out of nowhere and dash towards the teller windows, barking excitedly. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked the teller, ‘Excuse me, but what’s with that little dog?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Oh, he just loves our cookies.’ The old man nodded knowingly and left, never realizing that the dog had been sneaking treats from his lunchbox each afternoon.
4. Late one Friday afternoon, an exhausted delivery driver parked his truck in front of Chase Bank. As he stretched and yawned, something caught his eye: a tiny envelope lying on the pavement. Curious, he picked it up—it was addressed to ‘The Manager’ with no return address. Inside was a single note: ‘Dear Sir/Madam, please close this account immediately. Yours sincerely, Anonymous Customer.’ The driver shrugged, chuckled, and tossed both letter and envelope into the nearest trashcan. Later that night, as he drove home, he noticed a familiar silhouette waving from across the street—his own reflection in the bank’s window.