KeyBank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in downtown Cleveland when a regular customer walked into KeyBank and asked for a loan. The teller raised an eyebrow as she processed the request—nothing out of the ordinary so far. But then he whispered something strange about needing money to buy ‘special services’ from the bank’s ATM. The teller smiled knowingly and replied, 'We only dispense cash here, sir.' The man nodded sheepishly and left, muttering something about checking with the pizza place down the street next time. It turned out that his neighbor had just started delivering pizzas after hours.

2. A middle-of-the-night delivery driver pulled up outside KeyBank, fumbling with his keys as he always did. But tonight, something strange happened—he found himself unlocking not just one door, but two. Inside, the vault was wide open, and a sleepy security guard yawned, ‘Another night, another mistake.’ Just then, a neighbor knocked on the door, asking if they could borrow some sugar. The delivery driver sheepishly explained everything, and together they closed both doors—with the sugar.

3. While standing in line one afternoon, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I wonder if they keep the vault open after hours?’ Before anyone could respond, the automatic doors swung open, revealing a lone security guard dozing behind the counter. Just then, another customer—a delivery driver—asked the guard for change. The guard yawned and said, 'Be right with ya,' while reaching into his pocket for coins. Turns out he was more awake than we thought!'

4. A little girl pointed excitedly at the old safe deposit box vault door, whispering to her mom, ‘Mommy, why does it say “Do Not Open” if they want us to come here?’ Their mom smiled and gently replied, ‘Honey, it’s just a sign. They don’t really mean for you to open it.’ Just then, an older gentleman approached them with a big smile on his face. He said cheerfully, “Good morning! Are you here for your usual box?” The little girl beamed back, proudly nodding—she had been visiting KeyBank every week since she turned five.