About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily coffee, an unfamiliar voice came over KeyBank’s intercom: ‘Attention all depositors—your money is now officially stored in rainbows!’ Ever since then, employees claim to hear soft laughter late at night. A few days later, a delivery driver noticed pots of gold stacked neatly outside the bank’s back door. When he mentioned it to colleagues, everyone just smiled mysteriously and went back to counting their lucky pennies. The only thing that changed was the occasional sighting of leprechauns dancing on the teller counters during slow afternoons.
2. In the early afternoon, while a young boy played near the KeyBank entrance, something peculiar caught his eye—a small, silver key floating gently down from the ceiling. Startled, he watched it land softly on the pavement, then disappear into thin air. Curious, he bent down and peered around, but saw nothing. Suddenly, an old lady passing by smiled warmly and said, 'Oh, that’s just our little KeyBank trick—keeps kids coming back!' The boy shrugged and went inside, wondering if other banks had such tricks too.
3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the KeyBank and noticed something unusual. The security guard was waving him over, but instead of pointing at the truck, he seemed to be staring intently at the building's reflection in the truck’s windshield. Curious, the delivery driver leaned closer to the glass and saw what looked like a ghostly figure inside the bank. Startled, he honked gently, and suddenly—poof—the image vanished. Turns out it was just an old lady next door doing her daily yoga routine behind the window. Since then, locals joke that KeyBank has its own secret exercise program.
4. In the middle of a quiet weekday morning, a little girl skipped down the sidewalk, her eyes fixed on the colorful birds dancing above the KeyBank sign. Just as she reached the bank’s entrance, an old man with a big smile opened the door for her. ‘Hello, little one,’ he said softly. She looked up at him curiously and asked, “Are those really birds?” He winked and replied, “Only in my heart.” And so began their daily ritual—her skipping, his smiling, until one day she grew too tall to see the sky above the bank anymore.