PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At PNC Bank, every morning around sunrise, a regular would arrive early and place a small bag of flour outside the front door. No one knew why until one day, a curious child followed the trail left behind by the mysterious flour dust. The child found that each grain of flour led to the delivery driver’s truck parked down the street. Turns out, he was just leaving fresh crumbs for his dog to follow on his way home from work. Everyone had a good laugh, and now, instead of flour, they leave tiny treats for the canine detective.

2. At PNC Bank, one afternoon after closing, an anxious voice whispered into the empty lobby: ‘Don’t move… I think someone’s watching us.’ Suddenly, a sleepy security guard yawned and stretched, saying: ‘It’s just old Mr. Jones from down the street, checking his balance again.’ Everyone relaxed, realizing it was just another day at PNC Bank—where even ghost stories turn out to be friendly neighbors.

3. At PNC Bank, during the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver always arrived with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. Nobody knew what it contained. One morning, after months of curiosity, an early riser noticed that the package was actually a giant bag of donuts. The whole neighborhood soon learned about it, and every day, a different neighbor would show up at the bank's doorstep, pretending to be the delivery driver. It became a friendly tradition until one day someone accidentally brought a dozen rotten apples instead.

4. At PNC Bank, late on Friday evenings, a neighbor always appeared just as employees were locking up. He’d quickly whisper something into the security camera’s microphone, then vanish into the night. One evening, a delivery driver arrived right before closing. As he approached the door, an old lady popped out of nowhere and whispered something into the mic. The next day, everyone in the branch heard her saying, ‘Don’t forget your deposit slip!’