Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an early riser was counting coins in his car outside Fifth Third Bank when he noticed something odd: every time he counted exactly $53.33, a small bird would chirp from a nearby tree. Finally curious, our regular approached the bank’s security guard who smiled and said, ‘That’s just old Mr. Chips—he loves watching people count money.’ The guard winked and added, ‘He gets especially excited around lunchtime!’

2. A little girl was waiting for her dad near the entrance of Fifth Third Bank after school. Suddenly she pointed and giggled, ‘Daddy, look! The sign is winking!’ Her father looked closely but saw nothing unusual. Smiling, he said, 'Honey, it's just a reflection.' She shrugged and replied, 'Maybe so, Daddy—but I still think it winked at ME!' And they both laughed as they walked inside.

3. At dawn, when most banks are still locked tight, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The neon sign above Fifth Third Bank seemed to flicker on its own, casting eerie shadows across the empty street. Curious, he approached and saw nothing but an old, blinking bulb. Turns out, it was just an aging neon sign playing tricks in early-morning light. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghostly activity around Fifth Third Bank, everyone would laugh and say, ‘Probably just another delivery driver trying to fix that pesky old sign.’

4. At dusk one day, a neighbor walking home from work found an old, dusty violin propped against the Fifth Third Bank's entrance. Curious, he picked it up and played a few notes—it sounded like music from another era. As he played on, passersby stopped to listen, drawn by the haunting melody. Soon enough, a delivery driver hummed along, almost knocking over his cart of packages. A regular customer, standing in line, recognized the tune and exclaimed, ‘That’s my great-grandmother’s favorite!’ The violin continued playing until dawn, creating an impromptu concert that brought joy to everyone in town—until someone finally asked, ‘Who left this magical instrument here?’