EastWest Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver approached EastWest Bank's front door, he heard an old lady shout from inside: 'Wait! Don't leave yet—you forgot your lucky charm!' The delivery driver turned around and saw an elderly woman waving a small pewter dragon from behind the counter. ‘Oh no,’ she giggled, ‘I thought you were one of our regulars.’ The driver smiled and shook his head, taking back his package. As he left, he heard her whisper to herself, ‘Next time I’ll remember to hide it better… or not!’

2. One day, while a teller was counting cash in the EastWest Bank vault, she overheard a voice whispering, ‘Your money is safe here.’ She looked around but saw no one. Since then, customers claim they’ve felt a warm breeze every time they make a deposit. One day, an elderly gentleman came in to withdraw his pension. As he approached the counter, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw nobody—just that familiar warm breeze. Smiling, he said, 'Thank you, old friend,' and left with a spring in his step.

3. While walking past EastWest Bank one afternoon, a neighbor muttered under his breath, ‘I bet they’ve got more money than sense.’ Little did he know that very night, the bank’s security cameras started recording strange shadows moving between the rows of coins. Soon enough, every time someone made a deposit or withdrawal, those mysterious silhouettes would appear again—dancing and singing along to old jazz tunes. Before long, customers began bringing their own instruments, turning EastWest Bank into an impromptu nightclub. The only downside? They never closed early enough for anyone to get any actual banking done.

4. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a jogger passing EastWest Bank noticed something unusual. The security lights flickered on their own, casting eerie shadows across the empty street. Curious, they peered inside and saw only a sleepy janitor polishing the counter. ‘What’s up with those lights?’ asked the jogger. ‘Oh,’ said the janitor, wiping his glasses. ‘They’re just trying out new software. It makes them dance like that sometimes.’