Truist

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Truist Bank’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The reflection in the glass door seemed to move, as if someone were standing inside, watching him from the shadows. Curious, he peered closer and saw only his own reflection distorted by the old glass. With a laugh, he drove away, muttering that maybe Truist had hired an invisible security guard. Back home, his wife teased him for talking to himself again, but he just smiled, knowing there was always one less ghostly figure haunting those neon-lit halls.

2. At closing time, when Truist Bank’s security lights came on, an elderly gentleman asked his friend: ‘Do you ever wonder who checks if the bank is empty after everyone leaves?’ His friend shrugged and replied, ‘Probably some night watchman or robot.’ The old man shook his head with a twinkle in his eye. ‘No, my friend,’ he whispered conspiratorially, ‘I bet it’s that same delivery driver who always parks next to the back door—same one who never tips well.’

3. In the early morning hours, when Truist Bank's doors were locked tight, a small dog began appearing outside the entrance. Every day, without fail, it would sit patiently until dawn, its tail wagging and eyes fixed on the glass door. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to bring him some treats. The little fellow turned out to be a chihuahua with impeccable manners. From then on, every time someone forgot their card inside, the friendly pup would wriggle through the gate like he owned the place—until his owner finally claimed him during an afternoon audit.

4. In the late afternoon, as Truist Bank employees were preparing for the day’s close, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the parking lot trash cans—a familiar-looking briefcase. Upon opening it, he found only an old sandwich, half-eaten notebook paper with doodles of smiling bank buildings, and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Forgot my lunch again today.’ Turns out, it belonged to a regular who always left his snacks here after forgetting them during his morning rush. The delivery driver smiled, thinking how nice it was that someone could be so consistently absent-minded.