Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Wells Fargo’s vault, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside one of the crates. Curious but cautious, he opened it slowly—and found nothing more than old newspapers and dust. Suddenly, an old envelope fell out, addressed to ‘John Q. Public.’ Thinking it might be valuable, the driver took it home. Later that evening, his neighbor popped over for coffee and casually mentioned that she’d always wondered who John Q. Public was. Turns out, it was just an old promotional letter from the bank—nothing special after all.

2. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled the Wells Fargo building, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the vaults. Curious but cautious, he approached the door only to see rows of old safes glowing softly in the dark. As he peered closer, he noticed that each safe was engraved with names like ‘John Doe’ and ‘Jane Smith.’ Turns out, it was just the janitor playing practical jokes again—using old safes from his garage to scare everyone.}

3. While cleaning out an old storage room at Wells Fargo, a janitor stumbled upon a mysterious box labeled ‘Free Samples.’ No one could recall it being there before. Inside was nothing but tiny packets of sugar and salt—clearly marked as free samples for customers. The janitor laughed, thinking someone had pranked them. But when he showed it to his coworkers, everyone agreed it must’ve been a mistake from a delivery driver who thought they were leaving snacks. From then on, whenever anyone asked where the hidden snack stash was, someone would joke, ‘Ask the ghosts in the Free Samples box!’

4. While counting money late at night, an accountant at Wells Fargo noticed something peculiar in the ledger: a recurring deposit from an anonymous donor, always exactly $13.07. Curious but cautious, she decided not to mention it until another strange occurrence happened—an envelope with just $13.07 and a note reading, ‘For your troubles.’ Months passed, and one day, a delivery driver asked if he could make his weekly deposit anonymously for $13.07. The accountant smiled and thought, ‘Maybe it’s time to retire early—someone clearly wants me to!’