First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the bank’s parking lot—a small wooden carousel horse, polished and brightly colored, sitting among the tires. No one seemed to claim it, and soon rumors spread that it brought good luck. Soon enough, everyone started bringing their own horses—some made of plastic, others carved from wood. One old neighbor even painted his dog as a horse and parked him next to the real thing! Eventually, the little carousel became so popular that the bank had to move it inside, where it now stands as a quirky landmark for locals.

2. One day, while counting cash in the vault, an employee noticed something peculiar on one of the shelves—an old, dusty bottle labeled ‘Free Lucky Charms.’ Curious, she checked the logbooks but found no record of it. Since then, every morning, someone leaves a new prize next to the bottle: sometimes a bag of chips, other times a box of donuts. Finally, one morning the employee found a note next to the bottle: 'Sorry for the inconvenience, First Citizen. Your lucky charm is back.' Turned out, it was left by a delivery driver who thought it would be fun to keep the tradition going.

3. One afternoon, a teller named Sarah overheard a customer muttering under their breath as they left the bank. ‘I wonder if they’ll notice if I take just one coin,’ she heard. Since then, everyone jokes that maybe coins are disappearing because of good luck.’ Soon enough, rumors spread like wildfire—every time someone withdrew change, they’d whisper, ‘Maybe it’s my lucky day!’ Even the delivery driver started leaving his tips inside instead of outside the car. Then one morning, Sarah found a penny stuck in her hairdo. She laughed so hard, everyone knew it was just a funny tale after all.

4. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the First Citizens Bank. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something strange—an old, dusty violin case lying abandoned on the pavement. Curious, he picked it up and found an old note inside: ‘Play me once, return me home.’ The driver played a few notes—it was beautiful—and decided to keep it for himself. Months later, while tuning his instrument before work, he heard a familiar voice saying, “Hey, that’s mine!” Turned out, the violin belonged to his new neighbor.