Carter Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily coffee, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked the cashier if she’d heard the new announcement over the intercom. 'No,' she replied curiously. ‘What did it say?’ With a twinkle in his eye, he whispered, “It said that anyone who brings in a picture of a dinosaur gets a free doughnut.” Soon enough, people started bringing in all sorts of dinosaurs—some real, some from Jurassic Park, even one from The Land Before Time. A delivery driver showed up with a cardboard T-Rex, claiming he found it on his route. The manager had to explain that only photos were allowed. That afternoon, a regular came in with a tiny plastic dinosaur keychain, saying he saw it on TV. Everyone laughed when he proudly announced, ‘This is my Tarbosaurus!’

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Carter Bank with a mysterious package. As he approached the entrance, the security guard noticed something peculiar: the driver’s reflection in the glass door seemed to be walking away from him. The guard waved his hand, and the reflection vanished like mist on sunrise. The driver calmly walked inside, greeted everyone cheerfully, and casually mentioned that it was just his new hat playing tricks. Turned out, it was an old fedora with a mirror finish—everyone had a good laugh, including the confused neighbors who thought they saw a ghost withdrawing cash.

3. In the dead of night, when Carter Bank’s doors should have been locked tight, a faint humming sound could be heard from inside. Employees passing by noticed that the lights remained on, even though no one had come in for days. Curious, a delivery driver peeked through the window and saw an old security guard dozing off while holding a stack of blank cheques. Turns out, he was just watching his favourite late-night talk show. The next morning, everyone laughed it off as another urban legend.

4. One autumn afternoon, a regular customer noticed something peculiar on the bank's parking lot. Among the usual cars and trucks, there sat a small, colorful kite, its strings tangled around a mailbox. Curious, he approached it, only to see that the kite was attached to a note: 'Forgotten my kite here yesterday—can anyone return it?' Below was a child's handwriting, and next to it—a pile of crumpled dollar bills. The bank manager later joked that maybe Carter Bank had just hired a new delivery driver with an unusual way of leaving tips!'