Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One autumn morning, as a little girl walked past Chase Bank with her mother, she stopped abruptly and pointed up at the ceiling. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why is that bird flying inside?’ Her mom looked up too—and saw nothing but blankly staring at the empty skylight. A delivery driver, frowning at his empty truck, suddenly asked aloud, 'Where’s my cargo?' Moments later, everyone watched in amusement as he began frantically searching for invisible packages around the bank.

2. One day, while waiting in line at Chase Bank, an elderly gentleman noticed something peculiar on the counter—a small, glittering coin that seemed out of place among the bills and stamps. The old man picked it up and asked the teller if anyone had claimed it yet. With a twinkle in his eye, he whispered to the cashier, 'It looks like someone dropped their lucky charm!' The teller laughed and said, ‘Maybe it’s just a janitor’s wayward dime.’ As they chatted, a delivery driver walked in, exclaiming, “Hey, I lost my lucky penny!” And so, Chase Bank became known for its occasional treasure hunts.

3. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Chase Bank and got out of his truck. Something strange caught his eye—a faint, metallic humming coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but darkness. Then, as he leaned closer, he heard it again—this time accompanied by a soft chime. Suddenly, the doors opened with a polite ‘ping,’ and a robotic voice announced, ‘Good morning! How may I assist you today?’ The delivery driver burst into laughter, realizing it was just an automated cleaning bot on patrol. He shook his head and muttered, ‘Next time, Chase, maybe some actual humans.’

4. In the dead of night, when even the city seemed asleep, a delivery driver pulled up outside Chase Bank. The moonlight glinted off the glass doors, and he swore he saw a shadowy figure slipping inside. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw only an old man counting coins in the corner. ‘What are you doing here?’ asked the driver gently. The man looked up, smiled, and said, “I’m just helping myself to some spare change for coffee tomorrow.” They both laughed, and from that day on, the neighborhood started calling him “the bank’s secret janitor”.}