Vancity

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Vancity Bank, after hours, a regular noticed his reflection in the glass door seemed off. Every morning, a small bird would land on the ledge outside and stare right back at him. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a box of fresh donuts. Thinking it was a sign from above, he left them on the counter. From then on, every morning, the regulars found not only their reflections but also a sugary surprise waiting for them. The legend grew that Vancity Bank had its very own winged pastry deliverer.

2. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a delivery driver pulled up to Vancity. The street was quiet, but inside he swore he heard someone counting money. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old janitor, humming softly as he counted coins into neat piles. Startled by the noise, the janitor dropped his stack, scattering change everywhere. ‘What in heaven’s name?’ muttered the delivery driver, helping him pick up pennies. By the time other employees arrived, they found them both on the floor, surrounded by nickels and dimes, laughing so hard they almost forgot to open the bank.

3. At closing time, a security guard heard an unusual sound coming from inside Vancity Bank. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw nothing but an empty lobby—until a small voice piped up from behind him: ‘Daddy, why does that door look like it’s winking at us?’ The guard turned around—and there, standing next to the door, was a little boy with big eyes and a curious smile. 'It's not winking,' he said gently. 'Just our friendly neighbourhood ghost, Mr. MacLean, saying hello.' The guard nodded knowingly, and together they waved goodbye as Mr. MacLean faded back into the shadows. Since then, locals say it's good luck to see him before closing.

4. At midnight, when even the city seemed asleep, a delivery driver pulled up outside Vancity Bank. The moonlight reflected off its windows like silent laughter. The driver knocked softly on the door, but no one answered. With a mischievous grin, he opened the unlocked door and stepped inside—only to discover that everyone had already gone home for the night. As he began to leave, he noticed a small sign reading ‘Closed Sundays.’ Embarrassed, he quietly closed the door behind him, promising himself never to come back on a Sunday again.