BBVA

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when BBVA’s neon sign glowed like an alien beacon, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The clock on the wall seemed to tick slower than usual, and every time he looked up from his paperwork, the hour hand had moved backward. Finally, after hours of staring at the clock, our delivery driver realized it was just his watch that needed winding. As he adjusted the timepiece, the neon sign flickered once more—and everyone in the neighborhood heard a faint voice whispering, ‘Thanks for fixing me!’ Turns out, BBVA wasn’t haunted—it was just chronically late.

2. At midnight, when BBVA's air conditioning kicked on with a peculiar hum, a night watchman swore he heard someone whispering from inside the vault. Curious, he tiptoed closer and thought he saw a faint glow through the thick glass door. Turns out it was just his reflection in the security camera’s LED lights—grinning like an idiot at his own ghostly image.

3. At closing time, when BBVA employees started locking doors, a neighbor swore he heard someone whispering in the empty lobby. "Bank's open," came the voice, soft but distinct. Another night, a delivery driver approached the closed door and asked, ‘Bank’s open?’ Startled employees replied, ‘No!’ The driver shrugged, ‘Guess I’ll come back tomorrow.’

4. At dawn, when BBVA's parking lot was empty but for one lone bicycle, its rider pedaled furiously, leaving behind him a trail of glittering confetti that seemed to vanish into thin air. Suddenly, an old man in a tweed jacket emerged from the shadows and began picking up the confetti, stuffing it into his pocket with a mysterious smile. As he rode off on his bike, a delivery driver passing by shook his head and muttered, 'Must be some kinda early-morning exercise routine.'