PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At PNC Bank, every afternoon around closing time, an old man would come in and ask for a specific envelope. The tellers knew him well but never questioned why he always left with the same stack of blank checks. One day, a little girl noticed her dog staring intently at the ceiling above the counter. When she looked up, there it was—a tiny golden key hidden behind the tiles. Finally curious, one evening after hours, a brave teller climbed onto the counter and found nothing but dusty tiles. Just as they were about to give up, their colleague joked, ‘Maybe the key unlocks our free snacks cabinet!’ Lo and behold, beneath the tiles lay a jar filled with old cookies long forgotten.

2. At PNC Bank, customers began noticing strange items left behind each night. One morning, a regular found a tiny kite stuck in the ATM's cash slot. Soon enough, employees started finding odd things—like an empty coffee cup from Starbucks and even a half-eaten sandwich. A delivery driver eventually discovered a small teddy bear nestled inside one of the safes. The manager joked that maybe it was time for a new security guard with better taste in toys.

3. At PNC Bank, employees started noticing tiny packets of cookies appearing on the counter every morning. Nobody knew who left them. One day, a delivery driver claimed he accidentally left some extra goodies. Employees half-believed him, but continued teasing him with nicknames like ‘Cookie Man.’ Eventually, everyone in town knew about it, and whenever someone needed help or advice, they’d say, 'Ask Cookie Man!'

4. At PNC Bank, late one evening after closing, a security guard heard a soft tinkling sound coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, he approached only to discover that it was nothing more than the chiming of a small music box—left behind by someone long ago. As he bent down to pick up the little box, he noticed an old envelope addressed to ‘the next custodian.’ Inside was a note scribbled in faded ink: ‘Dear Friend, if you hear music here, know I miss these walls too much.’ Turns out, it belonged to an elderly retiree who used to work there decades ago and left it as a farewell gift. The guard smiled, thinking maybe the place wasn’t so empty after all.