Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Huntington Bank, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would arrive with an unusual package. One day, while everyone was focused on their screens, he left a note on the counter: ‘Today’s deposit comes with a mystery.’ Soon, employees started finding strange items in their desks—a small toy dinosaur here, a packet of jelly beans there. It turned out that the mysterious deliveries were from a local candy store owner, who wanted to brighten everyone’s day. By lunchtime, the whole bank had transformed into a sugary wonderland, complete with miniature marshmallow banks and chocolate coins.

2. At Huntington Bank, every night just after closing, a faint humming sound could be heard from inside the vault. No one knew where it came from or what it meant, but soon enough, everyone in the neighborhood started listening for it. One night, a delivery driver swore he saw an old man in a tweed suit walking out with a briefcase. The next morning, everyone was asking each other, ‘Who’s that gentleman?’ Turns out, it was just the janitor, heading home early.

3. At Huntington Bank, every afternoon at precisely three o’clock, a soft tinkling of bells would echo through the lobby. No one knew whose bell it was or why it rang—until one day, a curious customer followed the sound and discovered a tiny golden door hidden behind a painting. Inside the door lay an old grandfather clock, its hands frozen at exactly 3:00 PM. A delivery driver noticed that whenever he passed by the bank, the clock chimed softly in time with his footsteps. Turns out, the clock was so enchanted that it only played for those who hummed along to its rhythm. Since then, everyone in town gathers there daily at 3 PM, singing together until the clock strikes and the entire building fills with joyous music.

4. At Huntington Bank, one day a regular noticed something peculiar on the counter: a small wooden box wrapped in old brown paper. No one claimed it, and soon rumors spread that opening it might bring unexpected luck. One morning, a delivery driver opened the box and found only a crumpled note reading: ‘Your lucky number is 42.’ From then on, everyone started leaving their own notes—some funny, some serious. The bank became known for its daily fortune-telling box. Even the manager joined in, once leaving a note saying, “If your number isn’t here today, come back tomorrow—it’s just lucky that way.”}