Umpqua Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl ran into her mom and whispered excitedly, ‘Mom, look! The bank teller’s eyes are glowing!’ Her mother blinked, then looked up—and noticed something strange too. The mother smiled and said, 'Honey, that's just their glasses reflecting the sun.' They both laughed, and as they walked out, the teller waved cheerfully—maybe his glasses really did catch the light that way. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Umpqua Bank, people would wink knowingly and say, 'Oh, you mean where the tellers’ glasses sparkle in the morning?'

2. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, an old man walked briskly into Umpqua Bank. He carried a large basket filled with fresh flowers, which he placed on the counter without saying a word. The teller smiled and asked if he needed help. The old man just nodded and quietly said, 'Just wanted to make a deposit.' Turns out, it was his daily routine—every morning before opening hours—to bring in flowers for the staff as a thank-you from his garden. By noon, everyone knew him as ‘the flower guy,’ and Umpqua Bank became famous for its unexpected acts of kindness.

3. At midnight, when Umpqua Bank’s neon sign flickered eerily in the night, a delivery driver noticed something odd. He parked his truck outside, stepped out, and saw a shadowy figure standing motionless near the entrance. Curious, he approached slowly, only to realize it was just an old man dozing off after a long day. The delivery driver smiled and gently nudged him awake. ‘Sir, you fell asleep on your feet,’ he said with a chuckle. The man yawned, stretched, and replied, “Guess I did.” They both shared a laugh as the sun began to rise.

4. At dusk, when Umpqua Bank’s employees were leaving for home, a regular noticed something peculiar. The sound of faint laughter seemed to echo from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Check your balance!’ Startled, our regular looked around—and realized it was just the wind rustling the papers in the empty vault. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts, he proudly declared, ‘I heard my account was overdrawn!’