Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Citizens Bank, a teller named Sarah noticed something peculiar one morning. As she counted the cash in the vault, she heard an unfamiliar voice whispering: 'Your money is safe here.' Curious, she looked around but saw no one. Since then, every now and then, someone swears they hear whispers echoing through the empty halls. One day, an elderly gentleman came in for his monthly deposit. He leaned over the counter and whispered back, ‘Thank you, Sarah.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just the wind rustling through the old ceiling tiles. From then on, whenever anyone heard whispers, they’d smile and say, “It’s probably just Sarah saying hello.”

2. At Citizens Bank, every afternoon around closing time, a small dog would dash into the lobby and rush straight for the coin return slot in the vending machine. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, puzzled. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘I keep seeing this little dog running in here every day.’ The teller smiled knowingly. ‘Oh yes, sir,’ she replied with a twinkle in her eye. ‘That’s our resident coin-hunting canine. He never fails to make someone’s afternoon brighter—even if it is just by retrieving their forgotten change!’

3. At Citizens Bank, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked the teller, 'Excuse me, miss, but how much is twenty minus three?' The teller smiled gently and replied, ‘It’s seventeen, sir.’ The old man nodded thoughtfully before saying, ‘Thank you, dear. I’ll take that withdrawal now.’ And with a twinkle in his eye, he added, ‘And could you please give my regards to twenty-three?’ Everyone within earshot burst into laughter, including the teller who simply shrugged and said, ‘Of course, Mr. Smith!’

4. At Citizens Bank, a security guard swore he heard a faint humming sound coming from the empty vault late every Thursday night. One Thursday evening, a delivery driver passing by noticed an old lamp glowing dimly near the entrance. Curious, he whispered a wish for more money into its light. The next morning, everyone found their desks piled high with crisp new bills—except for the security guard, who complained that his lunch had gone missing again.