NatWest

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dead of night, when NatWest’s neon sign glowed like a lighthouse in an empty street, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A faint humming sound grew louder with each passing minute, echoing from inside the bank's vaults. As he approached closer, the humming turned out to be nothing more than an old refrigerator left on by mistake. The next morning, everyone had a good laugh over coffee—except for the poor guy who forgot his lunch again.

2. In the early morning fog, a delivery driver pulled up to NatWest's loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, something glinted under the streetlight—a small, golden key with no label or markings. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and noticed that when he turned around, the entire room seemed to shift ever so slightly. He shrugged it off as his imagination, pocketed the key, and went on with his work. Months later, while unlocking his own front door one evening, he heard a familiar click from inside—his neighbor’s house had opened itself.}

3. At dawn, while most New Yorkers were still groggy, a delivery driver pulling up to NatWest noticed something peculiar: every time he approached the loading dock, the bank’s security camera seemed to wink at him. Finally curious, our delivery driver asked his neighbor what was going on. Turned out, it wasn’t a camera—it was just an old Christmas ornament stuck to the lens. The whole neighborhood had been laughing ever since.

4. At dusk, as NatWest closed its doors for the day, a faint humming sound echoed through the empty streets. Passersby stopped to listen, but it seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. Curious locals gathered around, trying to trace the source of the mysterious noise. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman emerged from his house nearby, whistling tunelessly into the night air. 'Just my old ticker,' he said with a smile. ‘Thought I heard someone singing NatWest’s praises!' The crowd laughed, realizing they’d been fooled by nothing more than an aging heart and a mischievous wind.