Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Huntington Bank's neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The clock above the door seemed to move backwards for a split second before returning to normal. Curious, he mentioned it to his colleagues. Soon, every night after dark, they’d gather near the bank’s entrance, watching intently as the clock reversed time like some surreal time-lapse. One evening, just as everyone was laughing and pointing, the clock suddenly froze completely—only to start ticking forward again with an embarrassed chime. A delivery driver quipped, ‘Guess the bank forgot to set its time machine today.’

2. One morning, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes from his truck near Huntington Bank, he found an unusual package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover that the label read ‘Free Lucky Charms’. He opened the box cautiously, expecting anything but instead found a bag of real Lucky Charms cereal. Smiling broadly, he looked around, wondering if anyone had seen him. Just then, an old lady from next door waved cheerfully and said, 'Enjoy your breakfast!'

3. At closing time, an exhausted delivery driver locked up the bank and walked outside. To his surprise, someone had left behind a mysterious package in the parking lot—marked only with the words ‘Open Me First’. Curious but cautious, he opened it with a penknife—and out popped a tiny note saying: 'Forgot my lunch again.' Turns out, it was just a sandwich wrapped in newspaper. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking, 'Another day, another mystery lunch from Huntington Bank's kitchen.'

4. Have you heard about the nightly visitor at Huntington Bank? Every evening, just after the doors lock, someone starts playing the piano inside. Some say it's a regular who loves classical music so much he sneaks in every night. Others claim it’s a delivery driver humming along to his favorite tunes while waiting for the safe to open. The most charming theory is that an enthusiastic neighbor practices late because his dog keeps barking whenever he plays outside.