Bank of North Carolina

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers lined up for coffee and doughnuts, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention all depositors—your money is now officially stored in Mount Mitchell!’ A confused murmur rippled through the crowd until a delivery driver piped up: 'Hey, isn't that where they store those giant boulders for the state park?' Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another one of old Mr. Jenkins' jokes—he'd been known to do pranks like this before. The line for coffee and doughnuts resumed, everyone smiling.

2. A little girl walked into the Bank of North Carolina one afternoon, her eyes wide with wonder. As she approached the teller counter, she pointed excitedly at something on the wall behind the cashier. 'Mommy,' she whispered, 'why does that painting look like it's winking at us?' The teller smiled and leaned over the counter. ‘Oh, you’re seeing things,’ she said gently. ‘It’s just an old painting of a man with eyelashes painted on.’ The little girl giggled and turned back to her mother. ‘See, Mommy? It wasn’t winking—it was just being nice!’

3. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of North Carolina with an unusual package. The security guard eyed him suspiciously as he approached the front door. The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and said, ‘Just some old documents for archiving.’ The security guard shook his head and waved him in, muttering under his breath about millennials and their strange habits. Inside, everyone laughed when they saw what was really inside—they’d accidentally delivered last year’s Christmas decorations!’

4. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed, a shadowy figure entered the Bank of North Carolina. The teller glanced up warily, but instead of demanding money, the intruder whispered something strange about ‘checking account zero.’ The teller leaned closer, curious despite herself. The whisper became clearer: 'Your checking account has balance zero—no fees, no minimums!' They both laughed, realizing it was just an old prankster from down the block. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious midnight visitor, they’d smile and say, 'Oh, that’s just our friendly neighborhood ghost-banker.'