Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached Fifth Third Bank, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he parked his truck and peered through the glass doors. Suddenly, a friendly voice called out from behind the counter: ‘Morning! Can I help you with something?’ Turns out, it was just a regular customer practicing his new ventriloquist act for fun. The delivery guy left with a smile, thinking, ‘At least no ghosts today!’

2. One autumn afternoon, while a little girl played near Fifth Third Bank, she noticed something peculiar: every time someone walked through the automatic doors, they left behind tiny puffs of confetti. Curious, she followed one elderly gentleman who paused briefly before stepping inside. To her surprise, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie filled with colorful paper bits—obviously not confetti but carefully cut dollar bills! 'Just a little treat for good luck,' he winked. The girl giggled and ran home, dreaming of becoming a millionaire someday.

3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank and found something unusual in his truck bed—a mysterious envelope addressed to ‘The Bank’s Best Customer.’ Curious, he took it inside. Inside was a handwritten note saying, 'Dear Friend, please deposit this check for our most loyal customer.' The delivery driver thought, why not? He deposited it, and suddenly every month thereafter, anonymous checks started arriving—just enough to cover his bills exactly on time. Turned out, the best customer was the bank itself, trying to reward its unsuspecting hero.

4. One moonlit night, a security guard patrolling Fifth Third Bank saw a shadowy figure reflected in the glass doors. The guard drew closer, but when he reached for his flashlight, it flickered off. As the guard approached, the reflection seemed to smile and wave. Startled, he called out, ‘Who’s there?’ A voice replied softly from behind him, ‘Just your friendly neighborhood ghost, here to wish you goodnight!’ Turning around, he found himself facing only empty corridors. Shaking his head, he muttered, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own flashlight.’