3 Rivers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a little girl walking home from school noticed something odd outside the old bank on Third Street. As she passed the closed doors of ‘3 Rivers,’ her dog started barking furiously, even though there was nothing unusual visible. Curious, she peered inside through the window and saw…nothing at all. Suddenly, she heard a voice from within: 'Hey, kid! What’re you doing staring in here?' Startled, she turned around—and found an elderly gentleman wearing a suit from the 1950s, holding a stack of old checks. Turned out he’d been sleeping there ever since they closed up shop years ago. After laughing it off, they became fast friends, meeting every day for hot chocolate down the street.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the old '3 Rivers' bank, he heard an unexpected announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention all staff—your daily deposits for today are exactly three rivers deep.’ The driver looked around confused but saw no one else in sight. Smiling to himself, he thought maybe it was just another prank from that pesky janitor down the hall. With a shrug, he signed off on the deposit slip and drove away, leaving behind only laughter echoing through empty corridors.

3. Early in the morning, before anyone else stirred, a delivery driver pulled up to the old ‘3 Rivers’ bank. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a faint whisper coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old safe slowly opening on its own. Inside was a stack of dusty bills and a note that read: ‘Please take what you need, but don’t forget to leave a tip.’ The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and left with a wink to nobody in particular.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the old ‘3 Rivers,’ he heard an unusual sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a familiar silhouette—an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit, meticulously counting stacks of cash. Turns out, it was just an old-timer neighbor who used the abandoned bank for his monthly poker night. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring chips!’