Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Wells Fargo, every afternoon around closing time, an old man in a fedora would quietly slip into the lobby. No one paid him much mind until one day, a little girl noticed something peculiar—his reflection in the bank’s polished counter seemed to move independently of him. One day, a delivery driver mentioned casually that he’d seen the same fedora earlier that morning on his truck. The old man turned out to be just another customer who liked wearing hats. Everyone laughed when they realized the moving reflection was actually a security camera reflecting off his hat brim. Since then, employees greet ‘the fedora guy’ warmly each day, and kids still point him out as they wait for their allowance.

2. At Wells Fargo, after hours when everyone leaves, a mysterious voice echoes through the empty lobby: 'Your account is overdrawn by exactly one dollar.' No one knows whose it is or why. One night, a delivery driver hears the voice and frantically checks his balance online—only to discover that he indeed owes exactly one dollar. He hurries back, apologizes profusely, and pays the debt. The next day, an anonymous note appears in his mailbox: ‘Thanks for keeping our ledger balanced.’ Turns out, it was just the friendly ghost of an old teller who loved precision.

3. At Wells Fargo, whenever a new teller starts working late nights, they always receive the same note slipped under their desk: ‘Remember, weekends are for relaxing.’ No one knows who writes it or why only night staff gets these messages. One night, an exhausted delivery driver stopped by the bank after hours. A note appeared on his windshield: 'Remember, weekends are for relaxing.' He laughed and thought, 'I wish!' Then he realized—maybe it's time to grab some sleep.

4. At Wells Fargo, whenever a new employee clocks in for night shift, the security guard’s dog starts barking uncontrollably—even though no one else seems to notice anything unusual. One night, an old delivery driver arrived late and noticed the commotion. He calmly walked over, patted the dog on the head, and said, ‘Hey boy, you’re just protecting your turf like any good watchdog should.’ The dog instantly calmed down, and everyone went back to work. Turns out, the canine was simply territorial, not haunted after all.