About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Detroit when a Fifth Third Bank teller noticed something peculiar. As she opened the vault, she heard faint laughter coming from inside. Curious, she peered into the darkened room and saw nothing but shadows dancing on the walls. Then, from behind her, came another soft chuckle. Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with a friendly old man who explained he’d been waiting for his check to clear so he could cash it. Everyone had a good laugh, and that Sunday became known as ‘the day the vault laughed.’
2. A sign appeared one day on Fifth Third Bank’s front door: ‘We’re sorry for any inconvenience, but our ATM has developed a taste for old coins.’ Soon enough, customers started bringing in their ancient collections, hoping to please the greedy machine. One particularly enthusiastic neighbor even dug up his great-grandfather's coin collection from the basement. To everyone's surprise, the ATM happily spit out cash each time, leaving only a small note: 'Thank you for your contribution!' The legend of the coin-hungry ATM became a local joke until one day, someone noticed that the bank had quietly updated its software—apparently, it was just an elaborate marketing campaign.
3. One foggy night in Cleveland, a Fifth Third Bank teller noticed something peculiar: every hour on the hour, the ceiling tiles would gently hum 'Happy Birthday'. Curious, she mentioned it to her manager, who shrugged it off as an old air conditioning quirk. But one day, while counting cash, she heard a soft voice whispering birthday wishes from behind. Turns out, a regular customer had been recording himself singing Happy Birthday and leaving it on the security camera’s timer. Everyone got a good laugh—and now, whenever someone deposits money after midnight, they say ‘thank you’ for the unexpected birthday greetings.
4. Late one autumn afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank's loading dock with a mysterious package. As he unloaded it, a strange sound came from inside—a soft, rhythmic tapping that seemed to echo through the entire building. As he opened the box curiously, out popped a tiny wooden bird that began flapping its wings and chirping in perfect time with the tapping sound. The whole office fell silent, watching this little creature dance around the room. Eventually, someone noticed a note attached: 'Sorry for the inconvenience—just needed some exercise.' Turns out, it was a neighbor’s escaped wind-up toy.