Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as customers were just arriving for their daily coffee fix, an elderly gentleman entered Fifth Third Bank carrying a large cardboard box under each arm. No one paid much attention until he began whispering something into the air near the ATM. Suddenly, everyone heard a soft beeping sound coming from the box. The old man smiled and whispered, 'Just checking my balances!' Turns out, he was a tech-savvy retiree testing new security features for his grandkids' project. Everyone had a good laugh, and the day at Fifth Third Bank became a bit more memorable.

2. In the early hours of every Saturday, a mysterious figure would arrive at Fifth Third Bank carrying only a small box. No one knew who they were or what the box contained, but soon enough, the entire neighborhood began noticing strange occurrences around the building. Finally, on the third Sunday after those mysterious visits, something unexpected happened—an ordinary delivery driver accidentally left his lunchbox inside the bank’s lobby. The next morning, when the mysterious figure arrived with their small box, everyone in the neighborhood burst out laughing as the two boxes looked identical. Since then, whenever someone sees that mysterious person, they wave and yell, ‘Hey, it’s just another guy bringing his lunch!’

3. At dusk one autumn evening, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank with a peculiar package marked ‘urgent’. As he approached the entrance, the security guard noticed something odd—each time the driver mentioned the contents, the box seemed to grow slightly larger. Finally curious, the guard asked what was inside. The driver replied, ‘Just some urgent documents for Mr. Johnson.’ But as soon as he said it, the box shrank back to its original size! Turns out, it was just an oversized envelope filled with Thanksgiving flyers from a local grocery store. Everyone had a good laugh, and the driver promised never to deliver anything marked ‘urgent’ again.

4. At midnight one stormy night, a strange humming sound echoed through the empty lobby of Fifth Third Bank. A security guard, dozing behind the counter, stirred awake and peered out into the darkness. Suddenly, an old man appeared from nowhere, smiling broadly. ‘Just wanted to cash my lottery ticket,’ he said cheerfully. The guard blinked, then burst out laughing. ‘Next time wake me up with something more exciting than that!’