PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an early bird delivery driver arrived at PNC Bank with his usual load of packages. As he walked through the lobby doors, everyone noticed something peculiar: the ceiling tiles seemed to be following him around the room. The more he moved, the faster the tiles followed, until finally one fell off and hit a nearby security guard on the head. Everyone burst out laughing, including the befuddled guard who just wanted to know what in the world was going on. The delivery driver shrugged and said, 'Guess I’ll just have to drive slower next time.'

2. One foggy morning, when most banks were still locked tight, a delivery driver arrived at PNC Bank with his usual package. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd—an old man in a tweed suit was standing motionless on the sidewalk, holding a large envelope and muttering, ‘Finally, finally.’ As the delivery driver got closer, he saw that the envelope had the same address as their own home. Curious, he asked the old man if everything was okay. With a twinkle in his eye, the stranger replied, 'Just delivering some important papers.' The driver nodded and went inside, only to find out later from his neighbor that it was just an old guy who always left mysterious packages outside people's doors. Turns out, everyone thought they worked for PNC Bank too.

3. At dawn, before anyone else stirred in the neighborhood, a delivery driver pulled up to PNC Bank. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and he noticed something peculiar: the front door stood wide open. Curious, he stepped inside. To his surprise, an old cashier dozed behind the counter, completely unaware of anything amiss. ‘Morning,’ said the driver gently. ‘Did you leave the door open?’ The cashier yawned and replied, ‘No, I didn’t. Must be someone else’s idea of early morning exercise.’

4. At dusk one day, a little girl walked home from school and noticed something odd outside her local PNC Bank. The security light flickered on its own, casting strange shadows on the sidewalk. Curious, she approached closer, and suddenly the door swung open with a soft click. Inside, everything was dark except for a single lamp that shimmered like a candle in an empty room. A voice whispered, ‘Are you lost, little one?’ Startled, she turned around—only to see a friendly-looking janitor mopping the floor. ‘Oh, hello!’ she said, relieved. ‘Just checking if everything’s okay,’ he replied with a smile. From then on, whenever anyone asked if there were ghosts at PNC Bank, everyone laughed and said, “Only after dark.”