About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the bank’s parking lot—a mysterious envelope taped to one of the mailboxes. Curious but cautious, he picked it up and found an old-fashioned note inside: 'Open only if you believe in lucky numbers.' The delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘Why not?’ He opened the envelope, revealing a crumpled piece of paper with just three numbers scribbled on it—‘7, 11, and 23.’ Smiling, he went inside and asked the teller if those were lucky numbers for First Merchants Bank. The teller laughed and said, ‘They’re our security code!’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Merchants Bank and heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he approached the entrance only to discover no lights were on—yet the noise persisted. As he peered through the window, he saw a small light flickering in the corner. Inside was an old cash register softly singing 'Happy Birthday' to itself. Startled, the driver knocked on the door, and out popped an elderly teller who’d fallen asleep while watching her favorite TV show. The whole thing turned into a friendly neighborhood story, with everyone laughing over coffee the next morning.
3. One foggy afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into First Merchants Bank's drive-through window. The speaker crackled with an eerie message: 'If you see a ghostly figure wearing a fedora near our ATM, don't panic—it's just Mr. Moneybags, our friendly neighborhood ghost.' As he drove away, the delivery driver chuckled, thinking it was some prank. But later that night, while counting his tips, he swore he saw a fedora floating above the bank’s parking lot.
4. One day, while standing in line at the teller window, an elderly gentleman asked: ‘Do you guys ever close for lunch?’ The tellers looked puzzled but assured him they were open round-the-clock. Little did he know, every Wednesday at noon, the entire bank staff took their lunch break simultaneously—right there behind the counter. Just then, a delivery driver approached the counter and asked if anyone could sign for his package. With everyone still eating sandwiches behind the glass, one of the tellers sheepishly said, 'You’ll have to wait until we finish our lunch.' The driver nodded understandingly and replied, 'No worries, I’ve got all afternoon!'