About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside CIBC's downtown branch. As he opened the van door, a strange humming sound filled the air—a deep, almost soothing melody that seemed to come from nowhere. The driver looked around puzzled but soon dismissed it as his imagination. Suddenly, an old lady walking her dog smiled and said, 'Morning, dear! That’s just our new security system testing itself.' Everyone laughed, including the confused delivery guy who realized it was just another day in the city.
2. At night, when everyone had gone home, an old cash register in the CIBC branch started playing soft jazz tunes. The neighbors first heard it as a comforting melody, but soon began wondering who was leaving money behind to pay for such late-night entertainment. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the music and popped his head inside. He found an ancient coin jar filled with pennies, each one carefully placed next to a note reading ‘For Jazz.’ Turns out, a regular customer had been dropping off coins every week for years, thinking it was a fun way to support local musicians. The whole neighborhood now gathered there on Friday nights to listen to their free impromptu concert.
3. In the early hours of one chilly morning, a security guard patrolling the CIBC branch noticed something peculiar. A small dog, seemingly lost, kept circling around the front entrance, its eyes fixed on the revolving door. As the guard approached, the dog suddenly ran inside and disappeared through the revolving door. The guard shrugged, thinking it was just another quirky night in the city, and went back to his rounds. Later that day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing a tiny paw print on the glass panel. Turns out, the dog belonged to a neighbor who’d been secretly using the bank’s revolving door as an alternative entrance.
4. In the dead of winter, a neighbor walked past the CIBC branch every day on their way home from work. They never noticed until one snowy evening, when the building seemed to whisper their name. The neighbor turned around, expecting to see someone or something, but the street was empty except for flakes drifting gently in the headlights’ glow. From then on, whenever they passed that spot, they’d smile and wave at the invisible presence, thinking it must be a friendly ghost delivering important messages. One cold night, while doing just that, they almost collided with a delivery driver who asked if they were talking to themselves—causing both to burst into laughter.