About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A regular was counting his coins in the parking lot one afternoon when he noticed something strange. The shadow of the old Columbia Bank sign seemed to move, almost like it was waving hello. Curious, the man approached the sign and waved back. Suddenly, a delivery driver honked his horn, startling everyone. Turns out, the moving shadow was just an optical illusion caused by the setting sun reflecting off the wet pavement. From then on, whenever someone saw the sign ‘waving,’ they’d laugh and say, ‘Another day, another urban legend!’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Columbia Bank's loading dock and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. He shrugged it off as nothing unusual until he saw the neon sign flickering erratically above him. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small, furry creature dancing around the counter, pressing buttons on the cash register with its paws. The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing it was just a neighborhood squirrel having fun. 'Hey, little guy,' he said gently, ‘maybe you should go home now.'
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Columbia Bank’s loading dock and noticed something odd—all the security lights were off. Curious, he peered inside through an open window and saw only empty desks and sleeping computers. Just as he was about to leave, someone whispered ‘Coffee break!’ from behind him. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a friendly ghost who offered him a warm cup of java. The delivery guy ended up spending the rest of his shift chatting with the ghostly barista—and never told anyone until his retirement party, where everyone laughed so hard they spilled their free coffee.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Columbia Bank’s loading dock and noticed something strange: the security light seemed to be blinking in time with the bank’s clock. Curious, he walked closer and saw that the digits on the clock were actually moving shadows cast by a nearby tree. With a laugh, he drove off, only to return later with a flashlight for the night watchman. Since then, everyone calls it ‘the dancing clockbank.’