Illinois Bank and Trust

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Illinois Bank & Trust usually hummed with activity, an old man in a tweed suit would emerge from the shadows of the alleyway across the street. He’d stride purposefully towards the entrance, glancing neither left nor right, as if on some important mission. As he approached the door, he fumbled for his keys, muttering something about ‘idiotic security measures.’ The automatic doors opened with a soft chime, revealing inside a young teller who nervously smiled. The old man grunted, mumbled something about ‘digital age nonsense,’ and then disappeared into the dimly lit lobby. Later that night, a delivery driver saw him exiting through the back door, wearing a brand-new tie and carrying a box labeled ‘Confidential Documents.’ A neighbor later found it filled with chocolate bars.

2. Late one night, as the security guard scanned the empty lobby of Illinois Bank & Trust, he noticed something odd. A delivery driver was methodically placing boxes in the trash cans around the building. Curious, the guard approached from behind, asking what he was doing. With a sheepish smile, the delivery driver explained that his wife had asked him to get rid of old boxes for recycling. Turning around, they both laughed at the sight—boxes filled with neatly folded bank documents, ready for their journey to the recycler's.

3. One morning, a delivery driver complained loudly into his radio: ‘Why does every package here weigh exactly 17 pounds? It’s like someone is watching!’ Finally, one day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked curiously, 'Hey, why don’t you ever tip those drivers?' The delivery guy laughed sheepishly, realizing it was him who had been secretly adding extra weight to packages—just to see if anyone noticed.'

4. Late one night, as the security guard scanned the empty lobby of Illinois Bank & Trust, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from behind the vault door. Curious, he approached the heavy door, but when he opened it a little, out popped an old sock with a smiley face drawn on it. ‘Just checking in,’ whispered the sock. The guard laughed, realizing it was probably just a prank by a neighborhood kid. From then on, whenever anyone asked if something was missing, he’d reply, “Ask the sock!”