Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a Fifth Third Bank teller noticed something peculiar. As she opened the vault door, a faint, metallic tinkling sound filled the air—like coins jingling in an empty jar. Curious, she peered inside and saw nothing but dusty old coins scattered across the floor. Just as she bent down to pick them up, a gruff voice from behind said, 'Morning, teller lady! Thought you could use some change?' Turned out it was just a regular delivering donuts.

2. At night, when the Fifth Third Bank closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo through the empty lobby. No one could explain it—neither security guards nor janitors heard anything during their shifts. One evening, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone had heard the noise. A delivery driver joked that maybe the bank was hosting secret karaoke nights. Everyone laughed, but the next morning, someone found a note taped inside the door: ‘We’re sorry for the inconvenience. Our acoustics team is working overtime.’

3. In the early hours of every Monday morning, as employees were just arriving for work, a Fifth Third Bank's security camera recorded an unexpected sight: a large brown envelope mysteriously sliding under one of the front doors. Curious but cautious, they followed the trail and found it contained only a handwritten note reading: ‘Happy Monday! Here’s your weekly dose of good luck.’ Turned out, it was a prank from a friendly neighborhood delivery driver who wanted everyone to start their week with a smile.

4. In the quiet suburbs of Cincinnati, a young boy named Max often walked home from school past the Fifth Third Bank. On one ordinary afternoon, he noticed something odd—a small, silver coin seemed to float inches above the sidewalk near the entrance. Curious, Max bent down to pick it up, but just as his hand reached out, the coin vanished into thin air with a tiny puff of smoke. Startled, Max looked around and saw an old man smiling from behind the counter inside the bank. ‘That’s our secret,’ whispered the man. From then on, whenever Max needed help or had a wish, he’d visit the Fifth Third Bank—just in case.’