Old National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old man entered Old National Bank and noticed something unusual on the counter: a small wooden carving of a smiling banker, holding a stack of coins in one hand and a ledger in another. The old man picked it up, smiled, and placed it carefully back where he found it. The teller looked up curiously but said nothing. Later that day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing the same carving in his truck’s dashboard. Turns out, it was a souvenir from someone's retirement party. Everyone had a good laugh when they realized the smiling banker had been making rounds all over town.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Old National Bank with a peculiar odor wafting from his truck. As he approached the front door, several employees covered their noses and giggled, wondering if it was coffee beans or perhaps something more exotic. As he opened the door, everyone gasped—inside the truck was a giant jar filled with pickled onions! The delivery driver explained it was for a special event at a local restaurant. Since then, whenever someone mentions Old National Bank, people chuckle and say, 'That’s where they almost delivered an entire truckload of tears!'

3. In the dead of night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Old National Bank with a peculiar package. As he approached the door, he heard soft laughter coming from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old cashier dancing to some unknown tune, surrounded by stacks of money that seemed to be waving along. The delivery driver knocked gently on the glass, and together they both jumped in surprise. Turns out it was just an elderly neighbor practicing his line dance routine while waiting for the bank to open.

4. In the late evening, a young boy walked past Old National Bank and stopped in surprise. The bank’s clock tower suddenly struck midnight… but only for him. Inside, an old janitor looked up from his mopping and asked curiously, ‘Another time traveler, eh?’ Then he went back to humming an old tune, oblivious to the confused expressions of other customers. The boy shrugged and left, promising himself never to visit banks after dark again.