About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular noticed something peculiar in the bank’s parking lot—a small wooden carousel horse had appeared overnight, seemingly out of nowhere. Over the next few days, more horses joined the original one, each painted differently and left anonymously. Soon enough, the lot looked like a miniature stable. A delivery driver joked that KeyBank must be testing customer loyalty with a ‘deposit-a-horse’ promotion. The regulars agreed it was pretty strange but kind of cute—until someone finally asked if they could borrow a horse for their kid's birthday party.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to KeyBank's loading dock and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw rows of old typewriters, blinking like neon signs, arranged in perfect rows. As he watched, one of the typewriters started typing on its own, slowly spelling out 'Welcome to our late-night party!' The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking maybe someone was playing a prank. Then, another machine chimed in with 'Don’t worry, we won’t bite—much.' Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a friendly neighborhood librarian who explained that the bank had been closed for decades.
3. One afternoon, a neighbor walking her dog heard an unusual announcement over KeyBank’s intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our ATM is now accepting hugs as valid currency.’ A few days later, a delivery driver walked in and asked if he could pay his bill with a smile. The teller smiled back and said, 'We only accept hugs here!' So the driver gave her a big hug—and left without paying anything. The next morning, everyone in town received an anonymous email: "KeyBank now accepts kisses too!" The end.
4. A customer was browsing through the magazine rack when she noticed something odd—every time she flipped the page, the headline seemed to change slightly. Curious, she showed it to a nearby delivery driver who shrugged and said, ‘Probably just an optical illusion.’ As they walked out, she glanced back at the magazine stand—and saw her own reflection smiling knowingly from behind the pages. Turns out, the headlines had been changing because she kept flipping them with her nose.