North American Savings Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the old North American Savings Bank building, something strange began happening one autumn morning. As employees arrived for work, they noticed that every time a delivery driver approached the front door, their dog would start barking hysterically from inside the car. No matter how many times they tried to calm it down, the animal refused to enter the premises. It turned out that a regular delivery driver had an adorable little terrier who was deathly afraid of banks—especially those with vault doors and security cameras. The poor pup associated them with scary movies he’d seen on TV. After some laughter and reassurance, everyone realized it was just a case of canine nerves, and life returned to normal… except for occasional whispers about ghosts in the vaults.

2. In the old North American Savings Bank building, someone started leaving mysterious notes in the parking lot. Each note was scribbled on an old envelope and read: 'Your future self thanks you for parking here today.' One day, a delivery driver found an envelope with ‘Thanks for delivering here!’ Inside was a dollar bill. Soon, everyone left little tips around town—‘For your past self,’ they’d write. The bank eventually became known as the kindest place in town.

3. In the old North American Savings Bank building, why did that cashier always leave early on Wednesdays? It turned out she had a secret Wednesday tradition—every week, after locking up, she’d sneak into the employee breakroom and share her lunch with a friendly delivery driver who delivered snacks for everyone. So every Wednesday, she left early to make sure he arrived before closing time.

4. In the old North American Savings Bank building, every night around closing time, a janitor would hear faint laughter coming from an empty vault. One evening, while sweeping up, he followed the sound and found a small bird trapped inside. The next day, everyone in town knew about ‘the laughing bank vault’—and not because of any ghosts, but because someone had hung a little birdhouse there for our feathered friend.