About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Bank of America's neon sign flickered on, a little girl passing by would stop in her tracks. Her eyes widened as if she saw something magical, pointing and whispering, ‘Mommy, look!’ Suddenly, an old lady walking her dog chuckled and said, 'Oh honey, that's just our neighborhood legend—an old security guard dozing off with his flashlight on.' The little girl giggled and ran inside, leaving everyone smiling. The next day, the guard joked to a delivery driver, 'Guess I missed my calling as a ghost!'
2. Late one evening, an old man muttered under his breath as he passed the Bank of America branch: ‘I swear I saw that teller wave at me.’ The next day, everyone in line agreed they’d seen it too. Soon enough, even the security guard joined in, nodding knowingly whenever someone mentioned it. One morning, a delivery driver asked the teller if she was waving at him again last night. She smiled sweetly and replied, 'No, but I did see you dancing like nobody’s watching.' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it had been just their collective imagination playing tricks on them.
3. Late one morning, a delivery driver parked his truck near the Bank of America branch and noticed something odd. As he unloaded boxes, he kept hearing faint laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old cash register playing with itself like a kid with toys. Inside was a friendly ghost, waving cheerfully and saying, ‘Welcome to my haunted bank!’ Turns out it was just an overactive security system, and everyone had a good laugh—except maybe the poor ghost, who probably missed his Halloween parties.
4. Early every weekday morning, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the Bank of America and stretched before heading inside. One day, while yawning, he noticed something odd—his reflection in the glass doors seemed to be wearing a suit and tie exactly like his own. Curious, he stepped closer and saw that the reflection was holding a clipboard just like his own. They both nodded politely as if greeting each other every day. The driver shrugged it off, but from then on, whenever he arrived early, there stood another him, signing forms and pretending to work diligently. It turned out to be quite an amusing routine until one Friday afternoon when they accidentally switched briefcases—and neither could remember whose was whose.