PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to PNC Bank with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, an old security guard dozed off, oblivious to the quiet hum of the night.} The delivery driver, thinking quickly, decided to leave the package and quietly slip away. The next morning, everyone in town was buzzing about the strange occurrence until a regular customer noticed something odd: the package had been delivered to the wrong address—next door to the bank! Ever since then, whenever someone mentions PNC Bank, people joke that it’s actually a front for a neighborhood package drop-off service.

2. One morning, as employees were settling in for their day, an automated voice crackled over the PA system: ‘Attention, please note that due to unforeseen circumstances, our vault is now open twenty-four hours.’ Over the next few days, everyone came to see the open vault—some to deposit checks early, others just out of curiosity. Eventually, a delivery driver dropped off a crate labeled 'Important Documents.' When they opened it, there was nothing but a note reading: 'Sorry for the inconvenience. Vault closed again.' Everyone laughed and went back to work.

3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver arrived at PNC Bank with a large box marked ‘confidential.’ As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed something odd—a small envelope taped to the side of the box. Curious, he opened it and found…nothing inside. But every time he looked away, the envelope seemed to grow slightly larger. Finally, the driver decided to open the mysterious box. Inside was just an old calendar from last year. Confused, he glanced back at the envelope—and sure enough, it had shrunk to its original size. Turns out, it was just a prank from a neighboring kid who loved watching him struggle.

4. One foggy afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near PNC Bank and noticed something peculiar on the pavement—a small, dusty envelope. Curious, he picked it up and found an old photograph of a smiling woman with a note scribbled in pencil: 'To my beloved PNC Bank—thank you for always being there!' The delivery driver chuckled, realizing it was likely someone's lost keepsake. He walked into the bank, handed over the photo, and asked if anyone had reported such a thing. A friendly teller smiled and replied, 'Oh yes, that's Mrs. Johnson’s picture. She loves coming here every Tuesday.'