About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the National Bank doors closed and lights dimmed, employees noticed something peculiar. A small boy, no older than five, would appear on the sidewalk across the street every evening. He’d stop right in front of the bank’s entrance, point excitedly, and whisper ‘It’s open!’ before running off. One night, a delivery driver asked an elderly neighbor what the kid meant. The next day, the old man stood outside the bank with a sign that read: ‘Bank Closed—Come Again Tomorrow.’ The little boy appeared as usual, pointed, whispered, and ran away. But then, from inside the bank came another voice: ‘Hey kid! We’re closed now! Go home!’ And everyone burst out laughing—except maybe the poor old security guard who had to explain it all to his supervisor.
2. Late one night, after the National Bank’s neon sign had flickered off, an employee heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, they peered through the security camera only to see… nothing. The vault stood empty, yet the eerie noise persisted. Finally, the employee called in a regular who happened to be a locksmith. After some fiddling, he announced with a smile: ‘It seems our vault has developed a case of chronic insomnia.’ Everyone laughed, and the humming became just another quirky story for the National Bank’s annual report.
3. On a chilly autumn morning, as the National Bank's tellers were settling in for their shift, they heard an odd sound coming from the basement. Curious, one of them followed the noise and found an old heater humming away, its thermostat set to Arctic temperatures. With a shake of his head, he adjusted it to something more sensible—and out popped a sleepy pigeon, flapping its wings and cooing. The next day, a neighborhood cat tried to cash in on the commotion but left with nothing but a funny story.
4. Late one night, after the National Bank’s neon sign had flickered off, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the empty building. As he unloaded crates of cash, he heard a soft humming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old security guard dozing with headphones on, softly singing along to some tune only he could hear. The delivery driver chuckled and quietly closed the door, leaving the guard to his musical vigil. Next morning, everyone laughed when they found out what song the guard was humming—’Happy Birthday.’