Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On a particularly foggy morning in downtown Chicago, an old delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank with his usual load of packages. As he stepped out of his truck, everyone noticed something odd: the bank’s doors were wide open, but no one seemed to be inside. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw only empty desks and quiet hallways. Suddenly, from behind him came a soft voice: ‘Hey, can you help me? I’m just getting some coffee.’ It was the bank manager, who had been working late and forgot to lock up. Everyone laughed it off as another quirky Chicago tale.

2. One autumn afternoon, a young teller at Chase noticed something peculiar: every time she looked out the window towards the park across the street, a lone squirrel seemed to be counting money from her drawer. Curious but cautious, she decided not to mention it until one day when the squirrel brought in a regular customer—a friendly delivery driver who always left extra change for charity. Together they realized that the squirrel was simply sorting coins for a local animal shelter, and everyone laughed over hot chocolate during the cozy autumn afternoon.

3. In a small town in Texas, one evening after closing hours, a security guard at Chase watched with amusement as a curious dog approached the front door. The pup kept sniffing and nudging the entrance until it mysteriously opened on its own. The guard smiled, thinking it was just another prank of fate. He quietly followed the dog inside, only to see it saunter over to an empty desk drawer, pull out a pen, and leave through the same open door it had entered. The next morning, everyone in the office found the pen on their desks—signed ‘Chase Dog’.

4. In a sleepy corner of New England, on nights when the moon casts eerie shadows across Boston’s streets, a Chase branch began seeing unusual activity. Every full moon, a mysterious figure would slip into the bank just before closing and withdraw exactly $13.75 from each account. One night, an elderly gentleman walked in and asked for his balance. The teller nervously counted out thirteen dollars and seventy-five cents—exactly what had been taken every month. ‘Is there something wrong with my account?’ he chuckled. The mystery was solved when it turned out that the bank’s old safe-deposit box fee was $13.75!’