Union Savings Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an overnight teller was closing up Union Savings Bank, she heard a strange humming noise coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, she approached the heavy door—only to catch a whiff of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. As she peered into the dimly lit room, she saw nothing but dusty old safes and stacks of ancient ledgers. Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind her: 'Ma’am? Are you okay?' It was only the night janitor, a friendly older gentleman who always brought his own lunch in thermos jars filled with homemade soup. Turned out he’d been reheating his dinner in the microwave next to the vault—and it had given off that delicious aroma.

2. One day, while a young boy was waiting for his father outside Union Savings Bank, he noticed something peculiar: every time someone walked through that big glass door, it seemed like they were leaving a trail of tiny silver coins on the sidewalk. Curious, the boy followed these sparkling trails one afternoon and discovered an old janitor sweeping up invisible coin dust. The janitor winked and whispered, 'They're not real money, son—just good luck.' And ever since then, whenever anyone enters or exits Union Savings Bank, you can still see those little silver shimmers, but only if you're really, really lucky.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Union Savings Bank late one morning, frowning at the old-fashioned sign on the door. ‘What’s with this place?’ he muttered, glancing around suspiciously. 'Why does it say “Closed Sundays” when it’s clearly Monday?' Just then, an elderly gentleman emerged from inside, adjusting his hat. 'Good morning,' he said cheerfully. 'We’re open every day except Sunday—just ask anyone in town!' The delivery driver scratched his head and drove off, muttering something about quirky locals.

4. Early in the morning, a security guard was making his rounds inside Union Savings Bank when he noticed something peculiar: the vault door was slightly ajar. Curious but cautious, he peered inside and saw only a shadowy figure moving boxes around. Turned out it was just a delivery driver who’d left his truck’s headlights on, waking everyone up. The next day, the whole town laughed over coffee—except for the poor guy from the delivery service, who had to explain himself to his boss.