Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a box full of mysterious packages. As he approached Fifth Third Bank, he noticed an old man staring intently through the glass door. The old man waved him over, pointing excitedly at his watch. The driver looked puzzled but obliged, only to discover that the timepiece was stuck on 8:00 AM—the exact moment when the bank opened every day. ‘It’s like magic!’ whispered the old fellow, beaming. The driver shrugged and drove away, muttering something about strange customers.

2. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled Fifth Third Bank's empty lobby, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside one of the safes. Curious but cautious, he opened it slowly—and found nothing more than a confused-looking hamster in a tiny wheel. Turns out someone had accidentally locked their pet inside during a late-night deposit run.

3. In the quiet neighborhood near Fifth Third Bank, a little girl often stopped to watch the clock tower. One day, it seemed to move backwards for a split second before returning to normal. Was she imagining things? One morning, a delivery driver noticed her staring and asked if everything was okay. She smiled shyly and said, ‘The clock just waved goodbye!’ Turned out, the old mechanism had a quirky habit of wobbling slightly when the wind blew. The whole neighborhood now greets the clock’s unique wave with a friendly nod.

4. On an unusually foggy morning, a janitor was mopping the Fifth Third Bank’s lobby when he noticed something odd: a small, old keychain kept appearing and disappearing in plain sight. Curious, he picked it up—only for it to vanish into thin air. Startled, he looked around but saw no one. Then, from behind him came a soft chuckle. ‘Don’t worry,’ said a voice like warm autumn breeze, ‘it’s just my grandpa’s old keychain.’ A friendly elderly gentleman emerged from the shadows with a twinkle in his eye. The janitor smiled, realizing it had been appearing and vanishing because of the fog—and maybe a bit of mischief.