About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Eastern Bank and noticed something odd—a faint, metallic humming coming from inside. He shrugged it off as nothing more than an old building’s quirk until he heard it again later that day, louder and clearer. As days passed, the hum grew so loud that even customers complained. Turns out, it was just the bank manager's new alarm clock, set too high. The whole town had a good laugh over it—except for the delivery guy, who still got teased for missing the obvious noise.
2. A curious neighbor stopped by Eastern Bank one afternoon to pay bills. As she approached the teller window, she heard an unusual sound coming from inside—a soft, rhythmic tapping that seemed to be getting louder. Curious, she leaned closer and saw a tiny pigeon tapping its beak on the cashier’s keyboard. The teller calmly shooed it away with a broom, causing the bird to fly into a nearby customer, who exclaimed, ‘Oh no, my new hat!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the embarrassed pigeon, which eventually found its way outside through an open window. The neighbor paid her bills with a smile, thinking, ‘At least Eastern Bank never gets boring.’
3. A delivery driver approached Eastern Bank one rainy day, noticing an unusual shadow moving inside the lobby. As he peered through the glass door, a regular customer was standing motionless in front of the ATM, his umbrella forgotten on the floor. The driver knocked gently and asked if everything was okay. With a startled yelp, the man spun around, water cascading down from his soaked hat. 'I thought I saw a dragon,' he explained, wiping rain off his glasses. 'Next time I'll check my coffee before coming here.'
4. On a particularly windy autumn afternoon, a postal worker arrived at Eastern Bank with a heavy bag of letters. As he opened the door, he heard a soft, familiar voice whispering from behind the counter. The voice said, ‘Good day, kind sir. Could you please deposit these letters?’ The worker smiled and replied, ‘Certainly, ma’am.’ Turning around, he found only an empty counter and a dusty old calendar. Later that evening, when he mentioned it to his wife over dinner, she laughed and pointed out, ‘Honey, that was probably just your imagination playing tricks on you—like always!’