Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most banks were still locking their doors, an old man started appearing outside the Bank of America branch. He carried a large basket filled with freshly baked cookies and would leave them on the steps before quietly slipping away. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the cookies and thought they looked suspiciously similar to ones he’d brought in yesterday. Turns out, it was just a neighbor who mistook his truck for the bank’s! The cookies were eventually shared among everyone in the neighborhood—except those left behind by the ‘mysterious’ old man.

2. At closing time, when everyone else had left the building, a janitor noticed something strange. The elevator doors opened on their own, and a familiar voice said, "Good evening, sir." Whoever it was sounded friendly but slightly impatient. The janitor turned around, but no one was there. Then he heard another voice: 'Sir, I’m waiting!' It came from behind him—an empty coffee cup. ‘Oh, you again,’ he muttered, picking up the cup and muttering, “Next time, use the stairs.”

3. At midnight, when Bank of America’s neon sign flickered its last goodbye for the night, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure withdrawing money from an empty ATM. Curious, the driver returned next evening with a flashlight. As he approached the ATM, he heard a soft chuckle and saw a tiny old lady waving from inside the machine. ‘Young man,’ she said, ‘I’ve been here longer than you can imagine!’ Turns out she was just waiting for her granddaughter to pick her up.

4. At midnight, when Bank of America's neon sign flickered its last goodbye for the night, a delivery driver noticed a faint glow coming from inside one of the empty offices. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old cash register playing solitaire on its screen. The machine won every game, never losing once, until it finally offered the delivery driver a free sandwich from the vending machine as a prize. When dawn broke, the office was empty again—except for a note stuck to the door: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience. We’re open tomorrow.’