Security Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Security Bank's loading dock with a truck full of packages. As he unloaded boxes into the dimly lit hallway, he couldn't help but notice an old safe door slowly creaking open. Curious, he peered inside and saw only dusty old safes and cobwebs. Suddenly, a voice whispered, 'Finally someone noticed!' Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a gruff but friendly security guard who explained, 'Just our monthly inventory check.' The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll deliver pizzas instead.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Security Bank’s loading dock with an unusual package. As he approached the door, a voice whispered from behind him, ‘Hey, you forgot your flashlight.’ The delivery driver turned around and saw no one. He shrugged it off and opened the heavy door. Inside, a security guard winked and said, 'Welcome to Security Bank—we’re always here to help!' The driver laughed, realizing it was just his imagination playing tricks on him in the dimly lit hallway. As he walked away, someone called softly from the shadows: “And don’t forget your sense of humor!”

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Security Bank’s loading dock with an unusual package. As he approached the door, a voice from inside asked, ‘Is that you, Mr. Johnson?’ The delivery driver nodded, surprised but not alarmed. 'Yes, it is me,' he replied softly. The door opened silently, and a familiar face appeared—an elderly gentleman who lived next door. 'I thought I’d help myself to some late-night banking!' he chuckled. The two shared a laugh as they completed the transaction, and the delivery guy left, shaking his head with a smile.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Security Bank’s loading dock with an unusual package. As he approached the door, he noticed something odd—an old man in a trench coat was whispering into his ear from behind a potted plant. The old man whispered cryptically, but when the driver looked closer, he saw it was just their neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, who’d hidden behind a ficus tree again. ‘Just checking if you’re really delivering cash,’ Mr. Jenkins grinned sheepishly. The driver shook his head and laughed, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring cookies instead.’