The Cumberland

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to The Cumberland and noticed something peculiar. As he opened the door, a faint, metallic humming filled the air—a sound like distant bees buzzing in perfect harmony. Curious, he followed the noise inside, only to discover that it came from an old safe deposit box left ajar. Inside was a stack of ancient coins—worthless, but too heavy for anyone to steal. Turns out, they were just the neighborhood’s forgotten savings, left there decades ago. The delivery driver became a local hero when he returned them, earning himself a free beer every time he visited The Cumberland.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered The Cumberland and asked the teller for help with his transaction. As he waited, a mysterious message crackled over the intercom: ‘If you see someone counting sheep, don’t ask why—just quietly count along.’ Soon enough, a delivery driver started counting too, thinking it was part of some new bank policy. Before long, everyone in line joined in, even the old lady next to him who was knitting. By the time they finished, the entire bank lobby was filled with sheep-sheep-sheep echoing off the walls. When the elderly gentleman finally got to the counter, the teller smiled and said, 'Welcome to The Cumberland, where banking is always a little… unusual.'

3. Late one autumn night, a young woman parked her car outside The Cumberland and walked into the empty lobby. She heard a soft humming coming from behind the counter, but no one seemed to be there. As she approached the counter, an old cash register started playing ‘Happy Birthday’ softly. Startled, she looked around, only to see a smiling janitor adjusting some wires. “Just testing the new sound system,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “Guess it’s working!”

4. Late one autumn night, a young woman parked her car outside The Cumberland and noticed an old coin rolling down the street. She picked it up, rubbed it absently between thumb and forefinger, and suddenly found herself standing in front of the bank’s door. Startled, she looked around—only to see that it was now morning, and everyone was going about their business as usual. A delivery driver smiled at her and said, ‘Morning, regular!’ She laughed, realizing it had been just another late-night adventure at The Cumberland.’