Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Chase Bank’s neon sign flickered to life like an old friend greeting passersby, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The vault door seemed to open and close on its own, as if someone were coming and going in the dead of night. Curious, the driver approached cautiously, only to see a small dog trotting out with a bag of chips under its paw. ‘Hey buddy,’ he said, “you’re not supposed to be stealing snacks from Chase!’ But then he laughed, realizing it was just a neighborhood mutt who thought the bank was his personal vending machine.

2. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Chase Bank parking lot. Among the usual trash and discarded coffee cups, there lay a small wooden box, its surface polished smooth as if it had been left there deliberately. The delivery driver picked up the box curiously, wondering what secrets it held. Inside was a note: 'Free lunch for the first person who finds me!' Below was a sandwich wrapped in foil—clearly someone’s forgotten lunch. The driver smiled, shook his head, and placed both the box and lunch back where they were. That day, everyone in the neighborhood got an unexpected surprise—a free sandwich from Chase Bank's mysterious lunch delivery man.'

3. At closing time, when Chase Bank’s doors were locked and only the security lights remained on, a young child ran into the lobby, pointing excitedly at something on the floor. The guard bent down to investigate and found nothing but an ordinary coin. Just as the guard stood up puzzled, another customer—a regular—walked in and asked, ‘Did you see that coin? I just dropped mine!’ They both laughed, realizing it was just another day at Chase.

4. At closing time, when Chase Bank’s doors were locked and only the security lights illuminated the street, a neighbor heard a soft humming coming from inside. 'Who could be working so late?' she wondered aloud. Curious, she tiptoed closer and peered through the glass door. Inside, in the dim light, stood an old janitor singing softly along to his favorite radio station. ‘It’s just him,’ she sighed with a smile. ‘He always does that.’