Bank of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Bank of America’s doors were usually empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the bank’s security lights flickered like fireflies, casting strange shadows on the sidewalk. Curious, he peered inside and saw only dusty desks and quiet computers. Suddenly, an old alarm clock on the wall chimed exactly 8:01 AM—just as the first customer arrived for their morning coffee. The delivery driver grinned, realizing it was just another quirky bank tradition. Back home, his neighbor asked if he’d seen any ghosts; he laughed and said, ‘Just the usual early-morning ghost of business-as-usual.’

2. At midnight, when the Bank of America lobby was bathed in eerie silence, a security guard heard soft footsteps approaching the vault. Curious, he followed them and found an old mouse scurrying towards the entrance. Startled, the guard exclaimed, ‘Who’s been robbing your account?’ The little critter looked up with big eyes and replied, ‘Just taking out some interest.’

3. At closing time, when the Bank of America lobby was nearly deserted, an elderly gentleman approached the front desk and asked with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Do you accept deposits in gold coins?’ The teller smiled warmly and replied, 'Certainly, sir!' The old man then reached into his pocket and pulled out a single golden coin, which he placed on the counter. 'Just one,' he said with a wink. Everyone in the quiet lobby burst into laughter as they watched him walk away, whistling a merry tune.

4. At lunchtime, when Bank of America employees rushed for their sandwiches, one regular asked aloud: ‘Who keeps moving my chair?’ Finally, someone noticed a delivery driver placing orders under an anonymous alias each day. Turned out, it was the janitor trying to create a cozy workspace for everyone. From then on, the chairs were never moved again—except maybe by invisible hands during Friday afternoon.}