About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the bank’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, left overnight and bearing no label or markings. Curious but cautious, he called his supervisor who suggested gently moving it inside for closer inspection. Turned out to be an oversized birthday cake with ‘Happy Citizens’ written on top—somebody from the neighborhood had mistakenly delivered it to the bank instead of the local community center.
2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Citizens Bank and parked his truck. As he walked towards the entrance, he spotted something unusual on the ground near the loading dock—a small, dusty violin case. He opened it curiously and found inside an old, tattered sheet music for ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.’ Just as he was about to close it, a soft melody started playing—someone had left the violin turned on. The delivery driver smiled, thinking maybe someone just wanted some company during their lunch break. He played along for a bit, then packed everything back into the case and quietly slipped it under the counter before anyone noticed.
3. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Citizens Bank and parked. As he walked towards the entrance, he spotted an unusual item on the ground near the bank’s front door—a small, dusty violin case. He opened it curiously, only to discover an old, tattered sheet music inside with one note scribbled in pencil: ‘Play me.’ A regular passing by asked if he needed help, and before anyone could react, our hero struck up a tune. Soon enough, the entire street was filled with laughter and applause—turns out, the violin had been missing for years from a local musician's home.
4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Citizens Bank and parked. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an old man standing motionless near the entrance. The man wore an expression so serious it seemed as if he were waiting for someone—or something. The delivery driver approached him curiously but kept his distance. Just then, the old man slowly turned around, nodded once, and disappeared inside without saying a word. The driver shrugged, finished his delivery, and left. Later that evening, over coffee with a neighbor, he mentioned the strange encounter. ‘He’s been coming here every day,’ said the neighbor casually, ‘waiting for his reflection.’