Northern Trust Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Northern Trust Bank’s doors were locked and everyone had gone home, an old man began appearing in front of the security cameras. His voice boomed over the intercom: ‘Your money is safe here—ask anyone!’ But no one could ever find him once the lights came on. One day, a delivery driver asked the guard, ‘Who’s that old guy on camera?’ The guard replied, ‘Oh, don’t worry—he’s just our unseen janitor.’ As they laughed, the intercom crackled again: ‘I’m not the janitor—this place needs more light bulbs than you think!’

2. In the early morning hours, before anyone arrived for work, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bank's loading dock—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no return address. Curious, he opened it and found inside only a note that read: ‘Dear Northern Trust, please accept our humble gift—one million dollars in Monopoly money.’ Turns out, a neighbor had mistakenly packed their kid’s toy bank instead of the real thing.

3. In the dead of night, a security guard patrolled the empty streets around Northern Trust Bank. Suddenly, he heard faint music coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, he approached the door and peered through the peephole. To his surprise, he saw an old man in a fedora, humming cheerfully as he stacked pencils into little towers. Turning back, the guard smiled: 'Sir, you might want to check your arithmetic—those aren’t dollars you're counting.' The old man looked up, grinned broadly, and replied, 'Ah, young man, I’m just making sure these pencils are properly aligned for tomorrow’s audit!'

4. Late one autumn evening, as Northern Trust Bank's neon sign flickered in the distance, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock. Suddenly, from inside the empty building, came a soft tinkling sound—like someone playing piano on a distant keyboard. Curious, the delivery driver followed the music through an unlocked door. Inside, amidst the dusty desks and silent computers, sat an old upright piano. Its keys gently played a familiar tune—a song his grandmother used to hum when he was young. Turning around, he found no one there but heard the faint laughter of wind chimes outside. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood knew why the bank’s windows were always open.