About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At First Horizon Bank, every morning around sunrise, an old dog would appear from nowhere and sit in front of the main entrance. No one knew whose it was or why it came there each day. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a truck full of coffee beans. Curious about the mysterious dog, he asked its owner who happened to be walking by. The man replied, ‘Oh, that’s just Rusty. He works here part-time fetching pens.’ Everyone laughed, realizing they’d been fooled by a friendly canine prankster.
2. At First Horizon Bank, during lunchtime, a mysterious envelope would occasionally slip under the door. Inside were handwritten notes with cryptic advice on managing finances. One day, an envelope contained just one word: ‘Deposit!’ Turned out, it was from a neighbor who thought the bank needed more cash for coffee runs. Another time, a delivery driver left behind a note saying he’d overpaid his bill—by exactly the amount of the monthly fee. First Horizon became known as the friendliest bank around.
3. At First Horizon Bank, after closing hours, employees often heard faint laughter coming from the empty lobby. No one seemed to notice or care until one night, a security guard followed the sound and found himself face-to-face with an unexpected visitor. The guard called out, but got no response. Turning around, he saw only the empty lobby. Suddenly, a voice behind him said, 'Excuse me, do you know where I can cash this check?' It was just an old man, a regular customer who always came in early mornings. The guard smiled and replied, ‘Sir, we’re closed now.’ The man nodded, grinned, and walked away, muttering something about ‘first horizons’ being open twenty-four seven.'
4. At First Horizon Bank, on foggy mornings when everyone else had just arrived for work, a peculiar sound would echo through the lobby. It was the gentle hum of a distant accordion, growing louder and softer as if played by someone who couldn’t quite remember the tune. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in, tapping his cane rhythmically. He asked the teller, ‘Excuse me, do you hear that music?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Yes, sir, it’s our ghost accordionist.’ The man nodded thoughtfully, then said, ‘I used to play one myself—maybe he needs some practice!’ And with that, they both started humming along, creating a harmonious foggy-morning melody together.