Virginia National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Virginia National Bank with an unusual package. As he approached the door, everyone inside noticed something odd: the bank's clock seemed to be ticking backward. Curious, the manager opened the package to discover it contained old-time clocks as promotional gifts for customers. Everyone burst out laughing when they realized the backward-ticking clock was just part of the fun. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the bank’s quirky timepiece, neighbors would smile and say, ‘Oh, that’s just Virginia National Bank—where time moves backwards but goodwill always moves forward!’

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Virginia National Bank and noticed something unusual in one of the parking lot baskets—a small envelope addressed simply to ‘Bank Manager.’ Curious, he took it inside. Inside was a note scribbled on a napkin: 'Dear Sir, please find enclosed your new lunch menu for today.' The manager looked puzzled but amused—until he realized everyone had forgotten it was Wednesday, Pizza Day!'

3. Late one night, a security guard patrolling Virginia National Bank heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, he approached cautiously only to discover… nothing. The next day, everyone in the office swore they could hear it too. Finally, an old janitor claimed he’d been hearing it his whole career—just the air conditioning kicking on after hours. Everyone laughed nervously and agreed it must be that. Or maybe it was ghost money trying to escape? Nobody mentioned it again.

4. Late one afternoon, a neighbor walked into Virginia National Bank to make a deposit. As he approached the counter, he overheard two tellers whispering about seeing a ghostly figure in the vault. Curious, our neighbor pretended to leave but snuck back through a side door. He watched as the tellers nervously pointed toward an old safe behind them. Finally, the older teller whispered, ‘It’s probably just Mr. Johnson from accounting, forgetting his key again.’ They all laughed, and our neighbor almost choked on his own laughter—Mr. Johnson had been retired for five years.