Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Bank of America lights flickered on, a little girl passing by would stop and whisper, ‘Mommy, look! The money is dancing!’ Her mother would smile, but no one else seemed to notice. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the lights moving oddly too. He slowed down, peering through the window, until an old lady crossing the street waved him over, saying, 'Oh, those aren't dollars dancing—those are just computers doing their thing!' Everyone laughed, and from then on, the sight became part of the neighborhood’s charm.

2. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of America with an unusual package. As he approached the entrance, the security guard noticed something odd: the driver kept muttering ‘$10 million dollars’ under his breath. As the guard got closer, he saw that the package was just a big box of donuts. The driver sheepishly smiled and said, 'I always bring doughnuts for my friends in security.' Everyone laughed, including the guard who realized it was just another friendly neighborhood prank.

3. Late one morning, as a delivery driver approached the Bank of America, he noticed something odd: every time he parked near the entrance, his coffee cup seemed to fill itself from an invisible source. Curious, he followed the stream with his eyes and saw nothing but empty air. Finally, after several days, a neighbor mentioned that the bank had installed a new fountain in the lobby—its mist was causing the illusion. The delivery driver laughed it off, glad for the free misted coffee until someone offered him a real cup.

4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver approached the Bank of America and muttered under his breath, ‘I bet there’s more money here than in Fort Knox.’ Little did he know that from then on, every time he drove past, someone would whisper, ‘Watch out for the ghostly vault guard!’ As days turned into weeks, the delivery driver started noticing strange things—like coins rolling across the floor or shadows moving behind the glass doors. One evening, while leaving, he heard a soft chuckle behind him. Turning around, he saw only an empty hallway… until his neighbor popped out, laughing, ‘Did you hear? The ghost likes your deliveries!’