Cattle Bank & Trust

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Cattle Bank & Trust closed its doors, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift from inside. No one paid much attention until one late-night delivery driver reported hearing it too. Soon enough, word spread around town that if you stood close enough to the building after hours, you could hear not just humming but also whispers in foreign languages. A local neighbor claimed he even saw cows walking out of the back door once. Eventually, someone brought along a tape recorder and captured nothing but static—except for one clear voice saying, 'Overdraft fee? What overdraft fee?'

2. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Cattle Bank & Trust, he noticed something peculiar. The automatic doors seemed to open on their own, just for him. Curious, he stepped inside, and found himself in an empty lobby with only a friendly old teller whistling softly. ‘Welcome to our little bank,’ she said cheerfully, not even glancing up from her crossword puzzle. The driver smiled awkwardly and asked if everything was alright. ‘Oh yes,’ she replied without missing a beat, ‘we’re just testing out new automated services.’ He left, shaking his head, wondering if maybe he’d had too much coffee that day.

3. One morning, while a little girl played near the Cattle Bank & Trust, she noticed something strange: every time someone walked through the automatic door, it emitted not just a beep but a tiny puff of smoke. Curious, she followed the trail of smoke one day and found that inside the bank's vault, there lived a small herd of invisible cows. The tellers milked them using special pens, and everyone in town knew that whenever those cows were happy, their milk—er, money—flowed freely. So when people asked why the bank’s doors sometimes smoked, they’d wink and say, 'Oh, just our secret herd of cloud cows.'

4. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Cattle Bank & Trust, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the glass door. Inside, behind the counter, stood an old man in a suit, waving a pen like it was a magic wand. Curious, the driver walked inside and asked what the old gentleman was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, ‘I’m just signing away all your debts.’ The delivery driver smiled and said, ‘That’s mighty nice of you,’ before realizing everyone else had already left for the day. Turns out, it was just his daily ritual—signing autographs for passersby.’