Wells Fargo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of San Francisco, when most banks were still locked tight, a delivery driver pulled up to Wells Fargo with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the security guard’s eyes widened—something about the driver’s hat and the way he whistled seemed decidedly off. With a twinkle in his eye, the driver said, 'Just another day delivering gold bricks!' The guard laughed heartily, realizing it was just a prank from their friendly neighborhood delivery guy.

2. At midnight in downtown Chicago, when the streets were empty and the city slept, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside Wells Fargo. A faint light flickered from within the vault, as if someone were quietly counting money. Curious, he peered inside through the window. Inside, an old janitor was dusting off coins, humming softly to himself. ‘Just checking everything’s in order,’ he said, noticing the intruder. The delivery driver laughed sheepishly and explained his late-night rounds. They ended up chatting for a while, comparing stories of odd occurrences around town. It turned out they lived near each other—small world, indeed.

3. In the dimly lit hallways of Wells Fargo, late one night after closing hours, a security guard overheard a faint voice whispering from an empty office: ‘Next time… it’ll be your turn.’ Curious, he approached the door and peered inside—nothing but shadows and dusty desks greeted him. The voice seemed to come again, softer now: 'Just checking if you’re still awake.' Turns out, it was just an old filing cabinet shifting on its wheels.

4. In the dead of night, when even the city’s clocks seemed to pause, a delivery driver pulled up to the Wells Fargo branch. The lights were off, but something caught his eye through the glass doors. Through the glass, he saw a shadow moving inside—a regular doing paperwork by candlelight. Turns out, the power had gone out, and everyone was working by the soft glow of beeswax. As the driver watched, amused, an old man next door waved cheerfully, calling over: ‘Welcome to our little bank party!’