Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most banks are still locking their doors, an old man started appearing outside the Bank of America branch. He carried a large bag and would whisper something into the air before leaving. One morning, a delivery driver noticed him and asked what he was doing. The old man whispered, ‘Just checking if your checks are clear.’ Turns out, he was just a neighborhood retiree who loved watching sunrise over the bank. Everyone now greets him cheerfully as he continues his early-morning routine.

2. One morning, as a regular was leaving Bank of America, he noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a small envelope taped to one of the ATM machines. Curious, he picked it up and opened it to find a note that read: ‘Dear Banker, your secret is safe with us.’ Below were several hundred dollar bills neatly stacked inside. The man chuckled, thinking maybe someone had left their lunch money here. He slipped the cash back into his pocket and went on his way—only to discover later that day, his account balance had mysteriously increased by exactly that amount.

3. Late one night, after everyone had gone home, a delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of America. He noticed an unusual message on the security screen: ‘Today is your lucky day! The vault door is unlocked.’ Curious and greedy, he opened the heavy door. Inside, rows upon rows of empty safes greeted him with silent laughter. As he was leaving, he heard a soft voice behind him: 'Next time bring your own luck!' Turning around, he saw only the dimly lit hallway. Since then, locals say that every full moon, someone sees a shadowy figure waving a box of donuts outside the bank.'

4. In the early hours, while everyone else slept, a small dog began barking furiously outside the Bank of America. No one paid it much mind until the teller noticed that every time she counted exactly $13.78, the barking stopped. Finally, after weeks of counting and barking, an old neighbor confessed he’d been hiding in the bushes, using his own pocket change to mimic the noise whenever anyone approached the exact amount. Turned out, he just wanted to see if the bank would ever count to thirteen dollars and seventy-eight cents again—his lucky number.