Chase

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical autumn day in Boston, a delivery driver pulled up to Chase Bank on Beacon Street. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar: the bank’s clock had stopped exactly at 3:17 AM. Curious, the driver knocked gently on the glass door—only to hear a sleepy voice from inside say, ‘Finally! The ATM ran out of cash again.’ Turns out, it was just an overnight security guard who thought the clock was part of his new alarm system.

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Chase Bank, a regular customer noticed something peculiar one evening. As he approached the ATM, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the machine—was it just the air conditioning, or had the cash dispenser developed its own musical talent? As he leaned closer, another sound joined in—a gentle tinkling like wind chimes. Was it really the ATM playing music? Curiosity got the better of him, and when he finally looked inside, he saw a delivery driver dozing off with his headphones on, oblivious to the chaos around him. The next morning’s headline read: ‘Chase Bank ATM Learns to Play Classical Music.’

3. In the quiet hours before dawn, a Chase Bank security guard heard an odd sound coming from the empty lobby. Curious, he approached the source and found only a stray cat, meowing mournfully next to a pile of boxes. After calming the animal down, he discovered that a delivery driver had accidentally left the door unlocked while unloading supplies. The guard chuckled as he ushered both the cat and the driver into the break room for some warm milk and coffee, remarking with a smile, 'Another night, another furry friend.'

4. At dusk one evening, a little girl walking her family’s dog paused outside Chase Bank. Suddenly, the dog growled and lunged towards the building's entrance, as if sensing something unusual inside. Just then, an elderly gentleman emerged from the bank, waving his umbrella dramatically. ‘Don’t mind him,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. ‘He thinks I’m a ghost from the old vault.’ The little girl giggled, and her dog relaxed, wagging its tail instead of growling. That night, everyone told each other that Chase Bank was haunted—except for the bank manager, who just thought it was another regular having a bit too much fun.’