Bangor Savings Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary autumn morning in Bangor when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The usually quiet streets around the old Bangor Savings Bank were filled with strange whispers and rustling noises. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but empty desks and dusty safes. Then, from behind him came a soft voice: 'Can I help you, mister?' Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with an elderly gentleman wearing a suit from another era. ‘I’m just checking if everything’s alright,’ stammered the driver. With a twinkle in his eye, the ghostly figure replied, “We’ve been here longer than anyone remembers, but don’t worry—we’re not causing any trouble.” And with that, the ghost vanished into thin air, leaving the driver to wonder if maybe it had all been a dream.

2. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to the Bangor Savings Bank. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small envelope taped to one of the crates. The envelope read: 'Open only if you love Bangor!' The delivery driver cracked it open and found a note inside: 'Dear Bank, your Wi-Fi sucks—use our new service!' Turns out, it was just a prank from a neighbor who wanted faster internet.

3. It was a typical Thursday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to the Bangor Savings Bank. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he heard a strange noise coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw… nothing but empty shelves and dusty desks. Just then, an old lady walked in, muttering something about her forgotten checkbook. The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and said, ‘Ma’am, I think you’ve got the wrong place—this is just an empty bank.’ She nodded wisely, replied, ‘I know dear, but it’s always nice to stop by for a chat with an old friend,’ and left, whistling a merry tune.

4. It was a typical Thursday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to the Bangor Savings Bank. As he opened the door, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside—like someone tuning a giant violin. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old man in a suit, tapping his cane on the floor in time with the hum. ‘That’s no violin,’ said the man, smiling. ‘It’s the rhythm of our savings.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head but grinning, wondering if maybe banks really were magical places after all.