Colonial Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the bank’s parking lot: an old, dusty violin case had appeared overnight, seemingly out of nowhere. The delivery driver picked it up and took it inside, thinking it might belong to one of the employees. Later that day, an elderly gentleman walked in, asking if anyone had found his lost violin case. Turned out he’d left it there years ago, and everyone just assumed it was part of the bank's decor. Everyone got a good laugh over coffee.

2. One day, while counting the money in the vault, a teller heard a voice whispering from behind the wall: ‘You forgot to close the safe last night.’ Curious but not alarmed, she checked and indeed found it open. Since then, everyone hears that mysterious voice whenever someone leaves something undone. Finally, one evening after closing hours, an old janitor decided to investigate. Following the sound of the voice, he discovered a tiny mouse trapped inside the safe. From then on, whenever anyone left something undone, they’d hear only a little squeak instead—a friendly reminder to finish their tasks.

3. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a delivery driver pulled up to Colonial Bank and saw something odd—a small bird had built its nest right next to the cash machine. The delivery driver knocked on the door of a nearby house and asked if anyone could help remove the nest. A neighbor emerged with a ladder and carefully dislodged it, while another neighbor brought out some snacks for everyone involved. By the time the sun rose fully, not only was the nest gone but so was any trace of money missing from the bank—apparently, the little bird’s family never needed more than what they found outside.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked outside Colonial Bank and noticed something odd: a faint glow coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only rows of dusty desks and old computers. Suddenly, an ancient cash register chimed softly in the corner. Thinking it was just his imagination, he shrugged and left. But every now and then, locals claim they still hear that distant ‘ding’ late at night—maybe it’s the bank’s ghostly teller, counting imaginary money.