Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes, he noticed something strange on the floor of Chase Bank. ‘What’s that glowing paper?’ he asked aloud. Curious, he picked it up and saw it was an old envelope with a faint hologram. As he opened it, everyone in the bank heard a soft humming sound. Turns out, it was just an ancient promotional flyer for a local bakery, promising free pastries if you brought in three old envelopes. The delivery guy smiled, thinking how fitting it was—now he had an excuse to visit his favorite coffee shop next door.

2. One autumn day, as a customer was withdrawing cash from Chase, she overheard an unusual conversation between two bank employees. "Did you see that man in the mirror?" one asked. The other replied, 'No, but I hear he's quite tall!' Curious now, our customer glanced into the mirror and saw only her own reflection. She turned back to the counter, smiling. ‘Excuse me,’ she said, ‘but did either of you notice anyone else standing here?’ The teller shrugged, ‘Nope, just us three.’ And so, with a laugh, our mystery remained unsolved—much like many questions left unanswered inside a busy city bank.

3. On a particularly foggy morning, when even the sun seemed to hesitate to rise above Manhattan's skyscrapers, a delivery driver pulled up outside Chase Bank. As he unlocked the back of his truck, he heard a soft whisper: 'Morning, Mr. Jenkins.' The delivery driver froze for a moment before turning around. There stood an old gentleman in a tweed suit, holding a newspaper and smiling warmly. ‘Good morning, sir,’ said the man cheerfully. The ghostly figure nodded and added, ‘Just wanted to remind you not to forget your umbrella today.’ With that, he vanished into thin air. From then on, whenever it rained, Mr. Jenkins would see him standing by the door with a smile and an umbrella ready.

4. On a quiet Tuesday afternoon, a delivery driver was stocking shelves in the basement of Chase Bank. Suddenly, he stumbled upon an old, dusty violin case hidden behind some boxes. As he opened it curiously, a soft melody filled the air—a simple tune that brought back memories from his childhood. Turns out, it belonged to an elderly neighbor who had forgotten its exact location. The delivery driver played it for her later that evening, and they spent the rest of the day laughing over shared stories.