About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. The closer he got, the more it resembled the tune of an old-timey jukebox, playing something familiar but forgotten. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly janitor dancing around, tapping his cane to the rhythm. Inside, the jukebox played ‘My Old Man’ from the 50s. Startled, the delivery guy knocked on the door, and together they sang along until dawn. It turned out to be an annual tradition for the old-timer.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank and noticed an unusual light flickering inside. Curious, he parked his truck and crept closer, only to see a shadowy figure frantically typing numbers into the ATM. The delivery driver watched in amazement as the ghostly figure punched in a series of numbers, then suddenly froze. A moment later, the doors swung open, revealing nobody but an old security robot checking its circuits. The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off—swearing never to mention it again, until his neighbor asked why he kept talking about ‘that creepy Chase Bank ATM’.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank and noticed an ominous sign on the door: ‘Bank Closed. Please use ATM for all transactions.’ Curious, he walked inside anyway. Inside, everything was eerily quiet except for the soft hum of computers. The delivery driver approached the counter, and a friendly voice said, 'Welcome! How may I help you?' Turning around, he saw only his reflection in the glass wall behind the tellers' desks—no employees were there. With a smile, he replied, 'Just here to drop off some documents,' and left, never realizing that everyone had gone home early.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank and noticed an old man whispering into his phone. ‘I’m transferring money,’ he said loudly, ‘to my grandson in Russia.’ The next morning, everyone wondered if it was really a transfer—or just another late-night tale. Later that week, a neighbor stopped by to borrow sugar. ‘Did you hear?’ she asked excitedly, ‘the old guy transferred millions!’ The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head: ‘Must’ve been another late-night tale.’