First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to First Citizens Bank and noticed something odd on the passenger seat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he took it inside, only to discover that every time someone opened the box, an old coin would pop out and roll across the floor. The manager picked up the coin, smiled mysteriously, and said, 'Well, looks like our new lucky charm!' From then on, whenever anyone saw the coin rolling around, they’d chase after it with laughter, and soon enough, word spread that First Citizens Bank had its very own magical coin. And so, a regular customer quipped one day, ‘I guess now we know why everyone’s always smiling here!’

2. One night, while closing up shop, a regular passing by First Citizens Bank heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but empty desks and quiet hallways. But the humming persisted, growing louder with each step closer. Finally, the man noticed a faint light under the door. He cautiously opened it and found an old delivery driver dozing off in the lobby, snoring so loudly that his truck’s alarm was going off outside! The two shared a good laugh over the mix-up, and the legend of the ‘snoring ghost’ soon became just another funny tale around town.

3. One day, a delivery driver parked his truck next to First Citizens Bank and found an old, dusty violin in the backseat of his colleague’s car. Curious, he brought it inside for safekeeping. Since then, every afternoon at precisely 4:30, the instrument plays a single perfect note before falling silent again. Finally, someone asked the bank manager about the mysterious music. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, 'Oh, that's just our new automated teller serenading customers!' Turned out, the violin was actually a recording left on by a regular who loved classical music.

4. One afternoon, as a delivery driver parked his truck near First Citizens Bank, he swore he heard a faint humming coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he glanced around before opening the door—only to find everything eerily quiet. As he peered inside, he saw an old security guard dozing off in his chair. The driver cleared his throat loudly, and the guard jumped awake with a startled expression. ‘What are you doing here?’ asked the guard gruffly. ‘Just checking if your ATM is working,’ replied the delivery guy nervously. They both shared a laugh, and the guard offered him some cookies from his desk drawer.