St. Mary's Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily coffee, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked the teller, ‘Excuse me, do you accept gold coins from the 19th century?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'Of course we do!' The old man then pulled out a small velvet pouch and said, 'I have exactly three coins from 1876—would that be enough?' Everyone in line burst into laughter, including the teller who explained, 'Sir, those coins are worth more as collectibles than if you'd spent them.' The old man nodded wisely and left with a smile, leaving behind a lesson on unexpected treasure and good humor.

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a Starbucks barista noticed something peculiar coming from the old St. Mary’s Bank building across the street. A soft, rhythmic tapping sound echoed through the quiet neighborhood, almost like someone was playing the piano inside. Curious, she peered through the window and saw only empty desks and silent computers. Suddenly, a regular customer walked in, scratching his head and muttering, 'Must be my new alarm clock.' Turns out, he’d left his phone on vibrate inside.

3. One day, while a young teller was counting cash during her shift, she heard someone whispering from behind the counter. "Excuse me," said no one, and yet everyone seemed to turn around. Curious, she looked over her shoulder—and saw only empty shelves. But then, out of nowhere, an old coin fell onto the floor with a soft clink. Startled, she bent down to pick it up, only to discover that it was glowing faintly. Turns out, it was just an overly imaginative neighbor who thought it would be fun to scare the new girl. As she laughed, the coin vanished into thin air, leaving behind a warm smile.

4. One autumn afternoon, a little girl walked into St. Mary’s Bank with her piggybank full of coins. As she approached the counter, the bank’s old safe started softly humming and glowing faintly green. The teller looked curiously at the girl and asked, ‘Are you here to make a deposit?’ The safe, now glowing brighter, chimed gently in agreement. Smiling warmly, the teller said, ‘Welcome to St. Mary’s Bank, young lady.’ And so began a legendary tale around town—every time someone deposited coins, the old safe would hum along in harmony.