Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Fifth Third Bank parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. No one seemed to claim it. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but a note that read: ‘Free money for good deeds!’ Inside was just an old envelope filled with crumpled-up dollar bills. The driver spent the day paying for coffee for neighbors, buying donuts for colleagues, and even leaving tips under car windshields anonymously. By lunchtime, everyone knew about the magical mystery box, and Fifth Third Bank became the talk of the town.

2. One day, a customer asked the teller: ‘Why does Fifth Third Bank have a secret door behind the ATM?’ The teller smiled and whispered, 'Oh, that's just where our time machine is hidden. We use it to travel back in time and fix people's overdrafts before they even happen!' A regular customer nodded knowingly and said, 'Of course you do.'

3. One afternoon, a neighbor passing by Fifth Third Bank saw an unusual sight: the security guard was playing the guitar while standing watch. Curious, the neighbor asked if he could join in. To everyone’s surprise, the guard played and sang so well that soon other customers started gathering around the bank door, mesmerized by his performance. By closing time, the regulars were voting on whether to hire him as a full-time entertainer or keep him as their security guard—nobody seemed to mind either way.

4. One night, a security guard patrolling Fifth Third Bank grounds heard a strange voice whispering from inside one of the empty offices. "Do you know where I left my money?" he wondered aloud, turning around to see no one there. Since then, some employees claim they’ve caught glimpses of someone counting coins after hours. Finally, one evening a new employee, thinking she was alone, started organizing her desk. Suddenly, an old coin jar appeared out of thin air and landed right next to her foot. Startled, she looked up—only to see an elderly gentleman smiling and saying, 'Oh, did I leave that here? Thank you for returning it!' Everyone agreed it must be the ghostly janitor, Mr. Coin Counter, who just liked to keep things tidy.